ごはん食べヨ

It feels like someone gathered all of Tokyo in one evening, with its steamy streets, the smell of grilled fish, and the funny signs where every letter seems to wink. People here (or rather, in general) are like spices: some are sharp, some are sweet, and some suddenly add a note of madness to the overall stew. The music shifts from laughter to light sadness, from noodles to lyrics, as if between a couple of sips of sake. It has no plot, just the feeling of a live conversation where even the dog from the old house chimes in and sounds more convincing than half the singers on stage. It's not a song, but a warm, funny, and completely unpredictable gastronomic tour of human faces, like an evening that lasted a little longer than planned.