Sublime

“I plant my own vegetables and cook them myself. That’s my ikigai.”

Makiko, the one visiting me today from Osaka, is my older sister. She’s thirty-nine and has a twelve-year-old daughter named Midoriko. She raised the girl herself. For a few years after I turned eighteen, I lived with them in an apartment back in Osaka, when Midoriko was just a baby. Makiko and her husband had split up while she was pregnant, and a

sought-after reservations in the world. In the film, he’s in his late eighties and still trying to perfect his art. He is described by some as being the living embodiment of the Japanese word shokunin, which is “the endless pursuit of perfection for some greater good.” I fell in love with Jiro when I watched it and became fascinated by the concept

‘As you’ll have noticed, the tonkatsu at Katsuden had a distinctive batter. It’s so soft that you might imagine Denjiro used fresh breadcrumbs rather than the usual dried ones, but then they still have quite a crunch. It turns out he actually sourced his breadcrumbs specially from a local bakery.’ Nagare placed a tray full of breadcrumbs on the tab