This was probably one of the best meals that we've had. A large group of us were wandering around the island of Miyajima, desperately looking for some food. Since the island is pretty much a weekend-only tourist attraction, everything was closed given that it was mid-week. When we were about to give up and settle for a dinner from the vending machines, a man in front of a fancy-hotel waved us in and led us to a back-room bar that also served food (don't worry, no one has had a drop of anything they shouldn't be drinking). With the exception to 3 drunk locals...who took a very big liking to Jordan...we were the only ones in the place. We dined on udon, chicken yakotori, and some kind of "round meat" that Quinn refused to eat. The cooks, who were directly in front of the counter we were at, made fun of us the entire time. It was definitely one of those moments I'll never forget.
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