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About Kobe

Oh, and the awkwardness—guys stammerin’, “Uh, what’s the menu?” Like they’re orderin’ at Denny’s! Cracks me up every time. “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m better!”—nah, bro, they’re suin’ ‘cause ya got caught with yer pants down! Sarcasm aside, it’s a grind—girls workin’ nights, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m over here typin’ manuals, feelin’ useless.

Osaka's Red-light District

Then, as if the universe was like, “Hold my beer,” it started pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little café on Nishi Street, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this lady offers me her umbrella. I was like, “Wow, people are nice here!” We ended up chatting about the city, and she told me about this hidden ramen place. I made a mental note. Ramen? Yes, please!

20 Years Later… Tetsuya Ota, Shinichi Yamaji, & The Fuji Disaster