With a simple longbow. I would say it’s modern evidence that makes the lobsided casualty counts at Crecy, Poitiers, and Agincourt a little more believable and looking a little less like “victor’s propoganda.”
If you like this video, you might like “The Rose and the Crane,” which was a #3 Amazon Bestseller in Historical Japanese Fiction…because it has fun Japanese History too.
Yes, I finally got my back cover text written (thanks to my editor Jessica Hatch, and cover artist Masayo Ozawa at abombinabull.com). See below:
The year? 1483. The place? China-adjacent.
If you had told young Simon Lang that he’d spend his best years piloting a boat for a trumped-up Venetian, instead of with his parents in their Exeter castle, he’d have laughed in your face. But King Edward IV stole the throne of England, and now the Lancastrian lordling has fled to the far reaches of the world to brood on revenge.
He’s stranded in these strange waters with money-hungry Captain Aldo Mitacchione, his halfwit first mate Neno, and a crew of starving Italians. But if the strange vessel on the horizon or the unexpected ally on board have anything to say about it, things are about to get all the stranger.
Join smart-talking Simon, legendary samurai Kojiro Takeda, and their band of misfit brothers as they outrun cannibals, outsmart assassins, outdrink Scotsmen, and help Henry Tudor oust the crown from the wicked Richard, Duke of Gloucester.
Weaving among actual historical events in the Onin War and the Wars of the Roses, with elements smacking of Monty Python and The Princess Bride, The Rose and the Crane is an historical adventure that brings knight and samurai together for a raucous road trip across the medieval world.
So…there are a couple of ways to become a sake expert; one is to study hard and become a sommelier, and the other is to drink A LOT of sake. I’ll let you speculate as to the route I chose. Okay, full disclosure, I’m still no expert in spite of having consumed A LOT of sake (I blame the hospitality of the entire nation of Japan), but I do know what stands out and this one does. If I were a sommelier I would tell you about all the hints of fruits and vegetables it contains, but since I’m not, I’ll tell you that it’s dry, light tasting, and if you like Sauvignon Blanc, you might like this. Bonus fact: it comes in this giant bottle. It also comes in a smaller bottle, which oddly, is a completely different color (blue), but who wants a SMALLER bottle of sake? Not this guy.
It’s a Junmai Dai Ginjo (translation-extra rice polishing-and get your mind out of the gutter, that means what it says), so it’s not cheap, but if you want to impress your friends and/or date, work a little extra overtime (something I am familiar with). The company (Hakutsuru), is the biggest seller in Japan so this isn’t exactly a micro-distillery find, but it is their top-shelf product. (They go all the way down to cooking-sake caliber, so don’t let the crane mark alone fool you). If you try it (or have tried it) let me know what you think on my Facebook page (or preferrably my Facebook author’s page because that’s an extra click.) 😉
I bought the sake bottle in the middle is from a mom-and-pop craftsman in the Tosa region of Kyushu, so I’m not solely a big corporation shill.
2057 Sawtelle Blvd , Los Angeles, CA 90025 And: I guess there’s one in Glendale now, but I haven’t been there so I can’t vouch for it.
Almost everyone comes here for the tsukemen (dipping your noodles in a concentrated broth), and while that is certainly a viable (and tasty) option, it’s not what I order. I order the straight tonkotsu ramen. Why? Because for me, ramen is all about the broth and this is the best I’ve had in the United States. I could eat instant ramen noodles in this broth (don’t worry, these aren’t). Broth will be the overriding factor in my ramen restaurant reviews, so if you’re all about the noodles themselves, you may want to ignore me. (My favorite shio ramen spot uses clearly packaged noodles.)
Here, the tonkotsu broth is rich, flavorful, and very pork-y. The noodles are good (thicker style for the tsukemen), and unlike most ramen restaurants where the pork is an afterthought, here it’s thick, meaty, tender, and delicious, so you’re going to want to order the chashu (or “char siu” as they spell it-no idea why, there’s no lone “r” in the Japanese language). My advice is to go with someone whom you don’t mind sharing ramen with, and try both the tsukemen and the tonkotsu. Then when you go back, you can get the one you liked better, but don’t skip the tonkotsu just for the novelty of the tsukemen.
The restaurant is just north of Olympic at the corner of Sawtelle and Mississippi and parking sucks balls. It also gets really crowded so get there by 1130 for lunch and early for dinner as well.
Insider tip: Like I said, go early.
Type of food: Sushi plus
3629 Pacific Coast Highway, Torrance, CA. (310) 373-8272
Halfway between “my” train station at Katsura on the outskirts of Kyoto, and my **cough, cough** “apartment” (translation: shoebox), was a Mexican restaurant named “Takami.” This Mexican restaurant was owned and operated by two Japanese people who had never been outside of Japan in their lives. The overpriced burrito and chimichanga were wholly inauthentic and completely delicious. The restaurant also served notable Japanese favorites such as; yakisoba, buta-kimchee, and agedashi-tofu. (FYI: Once you’ve had tofu in Kyoto, it’s hard to eat anywhere else.) Eating there once or twice a week was beyond my budget at the time, but I couldn’t help myself; I’d starve at the end of the month. The owner knew me, knew what I liked, kept a bottle of Jack Daniels for me (not my favorite, but hey, embrace the stereotype), and I was friendly with all the regulars. During the summertime we’d take a bus trip down the shore, and in the winter we’d do ski trips to Nagano, Niigata, and Hokkaido. Yes, it was my own “Cheers;” the mythical place that after no small amount of searching, I had previously concluded only existed on TV.
Well, Honda is about as close a place to “Takami,” that I have found (minus the burritos and chimichangas). The owner and wait staff are welcoming, friendly, and remember you (that is, presumably, if you’re not an asshole). I get it, “sushi plus” conjures an image for the sushi snob (I’m a card-carrying member), of a place that doesn’t quite devote the singular focus to sushi that it deserves. Well yes, and no. If you consider that the sushi chefs (one of whom is the owner), dedicate much of their time to interacting with the customers, then yes, they are not singularly focused on the sushi. If you think that the “plus,” which includes izakaya-type offerings like tempura, teriyaki chicken, and takoyaki, have the chefs shuffling back and forth, then no, other chefs work in the kitchen. The sushi chefs work the sushi. Do they do all kinds of crazy rolls that appeal to Americans and are not “authentic?” Yup, at Honda, they’re named after vehicles and they taste pretty damn good. Besides, who am I to say that a JAPANESE chef creating his own original food is NOT authentic Japanese? There are other restaurants you can go to for pure sushi snobbery (see future reviews). I go to this restaurant because it provides the homey, small town, authentic Japanese atmosphere that I haven’t found since Katsura Mexican food.
What food do I recommend? Most of it; order what sounds good to you. I have one friend who loves the restaurant but absolutely, positively, refuses to try the cheeseburger roll because it’s so un-Japanese. Her loss; I like the extra-spicy cheeseburger roll myself. The fish is always fresh (and when I say always…I mean I’ve been going here for about 15 years and never had a bad bite). Consistency is very important to me. Ask the chefs for the fish you like and it may come with a subtle flavoring you’ve never had before. The rolls are huge, but being an American with an outsized appetite and a poor sense of portion control, I also get the grilled chicken from the kitchen which comes out sizzling and smoky with the sauce on the side (for you healthy people).
The owner (Junzo), has daily specials (including half-off wine bottles on Tuesdays), shows LA sports games on flat screen TVs, and many of the customers are Americans (gasp). So how can I possibly call this place authentic Japanese? The Japanese have a word, “nantonaku,” which roughly means “I can’t precisely describe why, I just know it is.”
My biggest recommendation is that you sit at the sushi bar. If you’re not sitting at the sushi bar, you’re not getting the interactive experience with the chefs, and for me, that is what Honda is all about.
Inside tip: Take an Uber and Junzo likes the Orion beer.