sriracha vending machine
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2024.01.13
I came across a new type of vending machine in Japan. It has sriracha. I zipped past on my bike, doubled back and a young fellow was buying one. I asked if it was tasty, he said he didn't know. I asked if it was his first time, he said yes. I told him, "me, too." From a vending machine that is.
Mari had previously spotted one outside the nearby US airbase, but I reckon that's different from far-flung Kodaira.