What happened to “Takenotsuka” after the COVID-19 crisis⁉ Undercover interview on “Little Manila” today [Daytime Edition

Pancit is also soy-sauce flavored, and feels similar to Chinese food. The salami also has a sweet and spicy flavor, similar to Chinese sausage. Sometimes there are thick noodles in it. I thought it was like mixing udon noodles in a buckwheat noodle restaurant, but it is a mixture of “canton” noodles of Chinese origin. Why they only put a few noodles in is a mystery, but I guess Mama has her own specialties.

Is this a side dish? Not condiments?” The paste-like line that makes you want to say, “Is this a side dish?” is delicious, with the exotic aroma of coconut milk and a slight spiciness! I am happy to see that it contains pork as well as leaves. When I tell them it’s spicy, they say, “Hot pepper!” I said, “It’s spicy! Filipino cuisine does not have anything spicy, but this is the only spicy dish they make.

All of the dishes are strongly seasoned, so they seem to go well with rice or even beer. When I asked if they had any alcohol, they replied, “We have tequila! Wahaha!” He laughed at me for some reason.

I don’t really care, but they were showing some kind of grotesque sci-fi movie on the big screen TV in the restaurant, and I wondered how it would be like to watch a splatter movie while eating pork cartilage cut into pieces, but the indifference made it seem foreign and fun.

Mama Raza, who seems to want to live without worrying about being seen.

When I told her that the food was delicious, she smiled and said, “Good! Mama’s name is Raza Richita Tesiona, who came to Japan about 30 years ago to attend Japanese language school, and has since worked in real estate and nursing care. An acquaintance who originally ran the store here asked her to take over, and 13 years ago she passed the baton. He says bitterly, “I hated it at first,” but he has been good at cooking since he was a child, and it must be his calling because he handles it so professionally.

I was about to break off the conversation, so I suddenly told him, “I’m from Osaka,” to which he replied, “Oh, what are you talking about? What are you doing here? I’ve been to Universal Studios twice! I’ve been to Universal Studios twice!

When I boasted with a bit of gusto that Osaka was an easy place to live and that, unlike Tokyo, no one would say anything no matter how strange I dressed or acted, he replied, somewhat seriously, “Oh, I want to live here. I wonder if the rent is cheap. I wonder if he really wants to live without worrying about what other people think.

But if all-you-can-eat dishes that took this much effort were priced at 1,600 yen, they would be all the rage in Osaka, too. I left New Hungry with a serious recommendation to relocate to Osaka.