Interlude: My Bombe
by otaking on Sep.26, 2009, under Interlude
I made my way down the cramped aisles of Don Quixote’s Dogenzaka branch, past pet supplies and cheap electronics and electric yakiniku grills.
A DVD of Mr. Children’s latest concert was playing on all the TVs, and I was standing there, imagining what it would be like to be a foreigner at a Japanese concert.
Would I know the cues? When to jump, when to wave my hands, how to applaud vigorously yet politely? Would I ever understand this culture?
And then, I looked down at the portable stoves and little gas cannisters and saw this.
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September 26th, 2009 on 11:39 pm
Dare I say it…?
Oh, Japan…
September 27th, 2009 on 9:14 pm
Oh, Japan…
September 26th, 2009 on 11:47 pm
My bombe??
September 26th, 2009 on 11:55 pm
Engrish perhaps. Maybe they’re to say “My Baby”.
September 27th, 2009 on 12:47 am
A portable grill called My Bombe? It’s perfect for those EXTREME chefs! Manly cooks who cannot create food without the whiff of danger!
September 27th, 2009 on 6:27 am
With that in mind, I am led to believe manly cooking would involve cooking with the stoves and gas as a ticking time bomb. LOL.