When classes have field trips, everyone is invited to attend. I haven't really had much say in the matter of going or not, because my Religion class is the most field trip intensive (I make it sound like a bad thing, but field trips are awesome!) class offered. But a few weeks ago sign ups for the Political Economy class' (how does the apostrophe work on this? class' classs' classes') field trip went up my name was on that sign up sheet faster than most of the people in the class.
One reason: Kobe Beef.
My camera did not do this meal justice. But trust, it was good.
The class was going to Kobe and ever since getting here I've been hearing mythical tales of the delicacy known as Kobe Beef. Yes, this is the beef that Kobe Bryant is named after. It's that good.
One of the guys' host parents recommended a restaurant, so before meeting up with the class at the Disater Prevention site, a group of seven of us rolled out to A1. We got there and saw the price of the meat. We knew it was going to be more than 3000 yen, but when we saw that the price range was up in the 5000 region, our weak hearts wavered under the heavy pressure.
So yes, I paid a ridiculous amount for one meal. Yes, that was more than what I spend on lunches for a week. Yes, it was difficult. But was it worth it?
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! YES!
Watching them prepare it was super cool. They even lit that stuff on fire. On FIRE! And ahhh, it was so good. I have not the vocabulary to express how amazing that food tasted. I just don't. I don't think they've invented words to describe food of that caliber.
It has completely changed my relationship with meat. I don't think I ever want to eat a steak again because once that succulent tenderloin entered my mouth, it was christened anew. My mouth is now a temple and lesser bits of beef are not allowed. I don't think I'll ever eat steak that good again. Unless, of course I go to Kobe again. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. I am salivating at the mere thought of eating that meat.
Following that momentous event our group sat in post coital-like bliss for about half an hour before we realized that we had to get a move on or we'd be late. We got a bit lost, but made it right on time. Like on the dot. We good, what can I say.
The disaster prevention center was okay. Honestly, everything about Kobe paled in comparison to it's meat. I even went to a park. I love parks. But that meat. Ahhhhhhhh, that meat. Sigh. So good.
Picture from the park.
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