Okonomiyaki is Osakan soul food, they tell me. It means "cooked the way you like it" (okonomi = as you like it and yaki=cooked or grilled.) At Dohton Bori, they take your freedom seriously, giving you all kinds of crazy combo choices for what I'd describe as a savory pancake/omelette. I kept it inside the ropes, adding ham, cheese, prawns, and eggs to a batter made of shredded yam, flour and water. On top were the usual accompaniments: a Worcestershire-like black sauce, mayo and bonito shavings.
You ever seen the famous photo of the giant crab sign from Osaka? Well, this is the place: the Dotonbori neighborhood on the city's south side. Mr. Crab is hanging from a building on the left.
We bellybucked the grill, next to two chain-smoking girls.
I had a good feeling when I got my tools. I noted that the chain-smoking girls had forsaken their chopsticks for the mini-shovel, eating bites off of it between drags.
Phase 1 - dumped out. The pile begins to sizzle.
Phase 2 - formation. The Jackson Pollock becomes a Matisse.
Phase 3 - bubbling disk. My stomach starts to rumble.
Phase 4 - the flip. The crowd oooooh's and ahhhhhh's.
Phase 5 - almost ready. Sauces applied, waiting for the fermented fish crown.
Phase 6 - time for the shovel! I chopped with the shovel, ate with the sticks. Dodo sat nearby, eating of all things - fried rice! Fried rice? In an okonomiyaki spot? Dodo, defend yourself in the comments section, please.
Dotombori
Osaka, Japan
Nothing to defend... didn't feel like okonomiyaki that night that's all.
ReplyDeleteAlright.. I admit BAD move!!
@Dopey - someone must be tired.... self name-calling AND admitting your error. Unheard of!
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