Wednesday, May 26, 2004


On my way home tonight I passed a brightly lit roadside establishment with one of those LED signs out by the road that fancy-flashed in bright red: "HAIR DINING." Unsurprised (they have everything in Japan) and untempted (just ate) I passed on by, wondering what such a repast would look like. Or taste like. I noticed no line of folks waiting to get in. How much would it cost? Would I be eating my own hair or someone else's? Animal hair? Long or short? Dyed? Imported or domestically raised? Free range? Erotic or plain? With vegetables? Cut right at the table? Dining out in Japan is a lot more diverse and surreal than it used to be. I can draw you a map if you want.

Speaking of hair, you are what you eat...


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