This evening we dined Italian. Ronda and Rene know of a small eatery across the highway artery that never sleeps, Route 16, and a short walk from the Main Gate. Once we stepped off the base we were officially in Fussa, Japan. The place was called La Cantina Italiano - Un Quinto. This was a little hole-in-the-wall place run by Japanese. The place was so cozy I could almost have reached out with my arm and salted my chicken risotto cooking on the kitchen stove. The restaurant served top-notch Italian, but it wasn't cheap. The place had only six tables inside and four out by the street, and I don't believe a nickel from the profits went to any overhead that I could see, I liked it.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Now That's Italian
The confidence I took for granted whenever I was behind the wheel in the States has at last caught up to me in Japan. Confidence, that old acquaintance, is buying up more and more real estate in me. Today I drove solo to Yokota. Three nights alone without Melba is just about my limit so I hit the road. It took 2 hours and 40 minutes to get there. Yokota Air Force Base is roughly 45 miles northwest of Yokosuka, mas o menos. That's in a straight line. Traffic was that bad. And because the going was so slow a better opportunity presented itself to have a more careful look at the country on the crawl up there. It surprised me that there is more flat country around these parts than I first realized. It may not be Panhandle flat, but you don't see the city climb up and away from the shoulder of the road like you do down on the Miura Peninsula where we are. Once you arrive in Yokota, where the air force base is spread out like a South Texas county, you could almost say it's open country.
This evening we dined Italian. Ronda and Rene know of a small eatery across the highway artery that never sleeps, Route 16, and a short walk from the Main Gate. Once we stepped off the base we were officially in Fussa, Japan. The place was called La Cantina Italiano - Un Quinto. This was a little hole-in-the-wall place run by Japanese. The place was so cozy I could almost have reached out with my arm and salted my chicken risotto cooking on the kitchen stove. The restaurant served top-notch Italian, but it wasn't cheap. The place had only six tables inside and four out by the street, and I don't believe a nickel from the profits went to any overhead that I could see, I liked it.
This evening we dined Italian. Ronda and Rene know of a small eatery across the highway artery that never sleeps, Route 16, and a short walk from the Main Gate. Once we stepped off the base we were officially in Fussa, Japan. The place was called La Cantina Italiano - Un Quinto. This was a little hole-in-the-wall place run by Japanese. The place was so cozy I could almost have reached out with my arm and salted my chicken risotto cooking on the kitchen stove. The restaurant served top-notch Italian, but it wasn't cheap. The place had only six tables inside and four out by the street, and I don't believe a nickel from the profits went to any overhead that I could see, I liked it.
