Yesterday I went to my favourite Indian restaurant in Hiroshima, where I ordered my customary spinach and chicken curry, super hot, with naan bread, and an ice-cold beer.
Super hot is, in the Japanese context, not particularly hot, and certainly weaker than what you’d get if you asked for the same in Britain (think tears and stomach pumps).
The Japanese seem unable to handle anything other than mild, which is odd, since they have no trouble with the spicy foods of Korea and Thailand.
Note how I add the human touch here, quite literally, to my often stark and inanimate photos by sticking my fingers all over the glass and ruining its glacial perfection :)
