The weather is beautiful today. We got up early this morning because my dad had found a udon bistro that was featured on his favorite food show. He was determined to try it. As expected, it was located in a labyrinth of narrow streets. We walked a long distance to get there. The bistro was sixty years old, meaning the owner started to learn cooking noodles when he was a kid about my age and is still making udons as an old grandpa. The noodles were incredible, truly one-of-a-kind. This must be what udon ought to be like, the rest are all wrong! However, in contrast to its food, it was the shabbiest eatery I've ever seen. Can you believe there was a manhole between the table where we ate and the counter? The tables and chairs were so old and worn-out that I couldn't even tell what color they were. While we were eating, a spider crawled onto my dad's back. Of course, he didn't mind it at all. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it, weirdo! Regardless, it was a unique and interesting experience for me.

The weather is beautiful today. We got up early this morning because my dad found an udon bistro that was featured on his favorite food show. He was determined to try it. As expected, it was located in a labyrinth of narrow streets. We walked long distance to get there. The bistro was sixty years old, meaning the owner started to learn cooking noodles when he was a kid about my age and is still making udons as an old grandpa. The noodles were incredible, truly one-of-a-kind. This must be what udon ought to be like, the rest are all wrong! However, on the contrary to its food, it was the shabbiest eatery I've ever seen. Can you believe there was a manhole between the table where we ate and the counter? The tables and chairs were so old and worn-out that I couldn't even tell what color they were. While we were eating, a spider crawled onto my dad's back. Of course, he didn't mind it at all. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it, weirdo! Regardless, it was a unique and interesting experience for me.

The weather is beautiful today. We got up early this morning because my dad found a udon bistro that was featured on his favorite food show. He was determined to try it. As expected, it was located in a labyrinth of narrow streets. We walked a long distance to get there. The bistro was sixty years old and started to learn to cook noodles when he was a kid about my age and is still making udons as an old grandpa. The noodles were incredible, truly one-of-a-kind. This must be what udon ought to be like, the rest are all wrong! However, on the contrary to its food, it was the shabbiest eatery I've ever seen. Can you believe there was a manhole between the table where we ate and the counter? The tables and chairs were so old and worn-out that I couldn't even tell what color they were. While we were eating, a spider crawled onto my dad's back. Of course, he didn't mind it at all. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it, weirdo! Regardless, it was a unique and interesting experience for me.