mongolian dinner
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Fukuoka, 2024.09.25
Tonight I decided to finally go to a Mongolian restaurant that I spotted two visits ago. I had a blast! The meal included the proprietor and some of the guests singing in Mongolian and Japanese. I contributed what I could remember of "I's The B'ye" when one of the guests asked about Canadian traditional music.
It's "all you can eat", and this was way more than my 53-year-old self could eat.