Kobe, My Second Home Town

12 12 2014
Leaving on a jet plane for a short trip to Osaka, a 45-minute flight from Tokyo

Leaving on a jet plane for a short trip to Osaka, a 45-minute flight from Tokyo

I took last Friday off from work to spend that weekend in the Kansai region.  The idea initially was to visit a couple of specific restaurants in central Osaka for dinner on Friday and lunch on Saturday respectively with friends from Tokyo now half based in Osaka.  I decided that if I was going to be in that part of Japan, I might as well make good use of the time and do very specific things I had not done in a while.

So the first thing I did after my arrival was to meet up with my childhood friend from Kobe with whom I was a classmate in the second grade and spent everyday playing together because we lived in the same condo building.  Even after I moved away, I kept going back during the summer and the new year holidays when school was out because my grandparents continued to live there.  We had kept in contact through new year cards and more recently via SNS and saw each other from time to time but it had been a while.  She picked the perfect location for our lunch venue.

A restaurant that’s in our old building.  The sign is so nondescript and looks much more like a coffee shop than a French restaurant which it is that I don’t think I would have ever gone in if I just happen to have passed by.  But lo and behold, there was another world inside.

The dining area near the entrance.

The dining area near the entrance.

More tables inside.

More tables inside.

The food was so proper and delicious.  Never judge a book by its cover.

The owner apparently has had the restaurant as long as the building has been there.  She was so happy to learn we both lived there years and years ago as kids.  The suite where my friend used to live is still occupied by her relative and the owner started mentioning all the names she knew from the neighborhood. 😀

Afterwards we went to our old elementary school.  Good to know it’s still there as it was 100 years old when we attended.

After parting with my friend, I walked around in the neighborhood to the shopping street where I used to go to with my grandmother and the little church where my grandfather used to go to every Sunday.

Happy days.








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