There's a chain in Japan called Yoshinoya.
You walk in.
You sit down.
You say "gyudon nami."
Thirty seconds later, there's a bowl of beef and rice in front of you.
Three bucks.
I moved to Tokyo at 18.
Some months, after rent, I had nothing.
Yoshinoya kept me alive.
One bowl.
That was dinner.
That was enough.
Three days before payday, if I had three bucks on me, I knew I'd be fine.
The counter was always the same kind of crowd.
A salaryman with his tie pulled loose.
A guy in work boots, still covered in dust.
A student who missed the last train.
Sometimes a man who clearly had nowhere to be.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody looked up.
Everyone just ate.
It was strange, but the place felt safe.
No winners.
No losers.
Just people eating the same bowl, at the same counter, for the same price.
Yoshinoya opened in 1899, inside the old Tokyo fish market.
The guys working those pre-dawn shifts needed something hot, fast, and cheap.
That's what Yoshinoya gave them.
It's been doing it for 127 years.
There's a Japanese phrase: umai, yasui, hayai.
Tasty, cheap, fast.
Used to be the Yoshinoya slogan.
Most places can pull off one.
Maybe two.
Yoshinoya's done all three for 127 years.
Three bucks.
One bowl.
Kept someone alive every night for 127 years.
@nikosarantakos@lazy1979 Θα είχατε βρεθεί σε πορείες κατοίκων τα τελευταία δύο χρόνια για την υποβάθμιση της περιοχής από τους πρεζεμπορους, σωστά; Την οποία δεν την πωλούν λουξοι αγελαδοτροφοι ή Πορτογάλοι ηλεκτρολόγοι
Bong Joon-ho said he knew the killer would come watch Memories of Murder and laugh at how he was never caught, so he chose to end the movie with the character staring directly into the camera, as if looking into the killer’s eyes!
@MickWest@MickWest Why would the government use an alien cover story instead of just saying nothing? I dont understand the purpose of using such a cover story