A Fukuokan in North America1: Nice to Meat You! ― 2013/06/01
I have just back from a trip to North America, having eaten so much meat and potatoes that now I feel like having had a lifetime supply of meat. Here, let me show off some of decadent meals (by my standard) I had in American continent.
Ribs and a mountain of Jo Jo potato (USD 10.69).

I had to pull up courage to leave some of the potatoes uneaten.

In Japan, we tend to think water is free. In the USA, do they think potatoes and fat are free, like water in Japan?
Skirt steak (about USD13)

Fillet and shrimp (USD 20.99)

Peppercorn sirloin (about CAD28, picture is half portion)

Prime sirloin (CAD 15, on special offer)

Needless to say, I ate numerous burgers at fast-food restaurant (I found prices of McDonald’s burgers are different by locations!), which is one of things I look forward to when visiting there.
Bison burger (CAD 14.99)

And Roast beef sandwiches ( USD 9.95 and USD 8.49 respectively)


To my surprise, they didn’t cause any trouble to my weakened stomach. I had no heartburning, sour stomach, or upset stomach while I was on the trip (I gained one kilo, though). Is red meat good for my digestive system?
A Fukuokan in North America 2: Sexy Steak ― 2013/06/02

Just one more thing on meat (or flesh)…
In North America, is it common practice that waitresses in restaurants dress sexily?
I have heard about HOOTERS where waiting staff are dressed in revealing costume, and I thought it was a special, theme-park-like entertainment aiming at mainly spoony male customers. But when I went to some restaurants, which were either on a guidebook or recommended by the front clerk (male, incidentally) of the hotel we stayed, the female waitstaff there were all dressed as if they were engaged in another profession (the boys there were also dressed to impress—but not so Chippendales). The boy at the front desk or the guidebook did not mention about that at all. Did they thought I was a man, or is it so common that they no longer especially mention or warn about it?
The restaurant itself looked very normal, similar to our Royal Host, or bit more upmarket than RH, and by no means looked like a nightclub. Many families and groups of women were having their meals peacefully. And the menu looked reasonably priced (did not seem to include the special fee for the sexy waitresses). I think most of the diners were local, which means the restaurant was not meant to tourists who don’t know about the local dining scene and are ready to be ripped off. Everything looked very normal—except for the girls serving meals in black body-hugging, super low-cut, ultra-mini dresses and 9-inch heels. They handled us, alien customers who do not know any local rules, in a professional manner, unlike spoilt young girls dressing like them in Japan. They always smiled at us though I must have rudely stared at them. They offered many thoughtful suggestions that we couldn’t expect in the similar restaurants here in Japan. They understood how little we eat and even offered to split everything we ordered into two plates when I asked an extra plate to share a dish. So as the whole, my dining experience there was comfortable and pleasant.
I am not a particular type of person who insists that dressing revealingly degrades women. Actually, if I were (20 or more years) younger and confident enough, I would show off my eye-catching figure and radiant skin as much as possible, which I think is a privilege of being young woman. I wonder, however, who would benefit from the sexy outfits in this particular setting. The girls are exposed to risk of falling, bunions, and unexpected cut or burn whereas male customers have to be self-conscious to look “civilised,” and female customers have to wonder where to look. If they were fully covered and wearing flat shoes, and tied their hair, they would look even more professional and attractive, and I would feel at ease in terms of food hygiene (In fact, I felt nervous about whether their long loose hair got dipped in my ice cream).
…By the way, do you think 18 per cent tip was too small for their service and costume?
A Fukuokan in North America 3: Pretty Things ― 2013/06/02
Stray deers


Prairie dogs (?) living in roadside greenbelts


A hare in a parking lot

Cheeky squirrel


Small creatures following their guradians


A Fukuokan in North America 4: New Vocabulary ― 2013/06/03

For my reminder…
Washroom (n) ≒ lavatory, toilet, restroom
Biking (n) ≒ cycling
Antacid (n) ≒Pansiron AZ®, Sakuron S® (WARNING! This is just my interpretation, not scientifically proved as equivalent)
Trail (n) ≒ hilly and muddy walking path (ex.) mini trail
Scoop (n) : a unit for measuring ice cream (ex.) single scoop
Wildlife (n) ≒ wild animals (collective noun?)
Artisan Bread (n) : more expensive , and often seasoned (either sweet or savoury)bread sold separately from “ordinary” breads. (An equivalent of our “in-store bakeries”?)
A Fukuokan in North America 5: I Wish We Also Had These... ― 2013/06/04
● Caffeine-free diet Pepsi

—By the way, is there big difference between Coca Cola and Pepsi Cola in the United States? I used to think they are (not exactly, but) almost same. But when I ordered “coke,” meaning fizzy, black and sweetened drink, servers would say, “Oh, sorry. We have only Pepsi, is that OK for you?” or something like that. Do they strictly discriminate between these two “pop”s?
● Shopping baskets with wheels

—allow shoppers to move along narrow isles carrying heavy
items, such as a 10kg bag of rice or a whole watermelon, without clumsiness of dragging a huge trolley.
●Bike racks in public transportations.


It would be great if I could travel with my mamachari in public transportation! As long as I know, at the moment in Fukuoka, only folding bikes (folded and stored in a bag) are allowed to be brought into public transportations.
A Fukuokan in North America 6: At a World Heritage Site ― 2013/06/05

There were so many ashtrays that reminded me of my smoking days…I wish I was still smoking. It could be the ultimate guilty pleasure to have a puff disturbing the pristine air and other people’s deep breath.
To my disappointment, I found some traces of wildlife on the snow…but I couldn’t come across a bear, let alone be eaten by them…


I realised tourist price…I know I was supposed to enjoy being in a famous tourist destination, not comparing a price of everything between here and in Marukyo. Should I assume to pay 13 Canadian dollars for a sandwich

or CA$ 11 for some pancakes with a few strips of bacon?

Although they were actually delicious, a sense of being ripped off kept haunting me when I was there. I knew I was barking up the wrong tree, but could not help cursing Tripadvisor.
Travel tips often warn not to show off expensive goods in public. But that is not the case in this place. No one hesitated to carry expensive-looking digital cameras—I came to see Nikon and Sony more positively.



A Fukuokan in North America 7: Sweets! (Or How I Lost Control)) ― 2013/06/06
Let me talk a bit more about North America…
If they were sold in Japan, I would skip them frightened by their size and calories. But in North America, a land of “Calory, what’s that?,” I gradually lost self-control over sweets and , in hindsight, went well over the top.
I started with a piece of humble lemon meringue pie …

And went to a decorative cupcake (I think it was called “Tuxedo,” and I love the somewhat “gritty” texture of the buttercream icing!),

then, went on to a big piece of warm apple pie, which I shared with my husband.

At this point I was still disciplined enough not to order it with ice cream.
Looking back, however, I think from here I began to get out of control, losing a sense of relationships between weight and food. Or can I say I shed my fear of diabetes and my hyperacidity. Or encouraged by the liberating and forgiving name of this apparel store?


Roughly scooped ice cream

This has nothing to do with the main story, but American tableware is all this heavy, thick and a sort of “utilitarian”? I didn’t come across any patterned or thin plates (except for Corelles at Walmart). Or only expensive restaurants which I can’t afford to go use less “industrial “looking tableware?
A sundae topped with pecans…though I had the smaller one

Their prices didn’t seem to be in proportion to their portion sizes. The bigger sundae cost roughly $4 while the smaller one about $3, despite the difference of their sizes—the bigger looked twice bigger than the small. I began to think the price per gram should be much lower if I had the bigger size…not even considering how much unnecessary calories, fat, and sugar the bigger had.
Crepe with whipped cream and caramel sauce—nothing but fat and sugar…at 10 o’clock in the morning only two hours after an only-starch breakfast at the inn we stayed.

Strawberry sundae. Even this looked healthier at this point…

Chocolate soufflé with ice cream

By then, I reached a point where I couldn’t finish my dinner without a desert with ice cream
(Presumed calories: 1000?)A paté of chocolate and peanut butter with (needless to say) ice cream

The most sinful and teeth-melting but irresistibly delicious desert I have had in my entire life!
Today's Cat ― 2013/06/17
Tips for summer walking:
1. Walk on the shaded side,

2. Take breaks on a regular basis.

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