Whether it's a kiosk in your local mall or a shopfront on the city strip, everybody knows one.
That place whose front window boasts bland-looking Westernised Japanese dishes, with their glue-glazed models. The plastic-y ramen with the chopsticks suspended in mid-air, next to the synthetic rendition of a bowl of steaming katsu-don. Between them sits a plate of oddly-perfect plate of unagi, the slices of eel immortalised in a shiny plastic glaze.
You approach the till and allow your eyes to wander along the rows of plates and bowls behind the glass. The dull light glints off the dishes' surfaces, each as freakily fake-looking as the next. You make your selection and gesture indiscriminately to no particular direction.
"That looks good. I'll have that one, please".
It doesn't look good. It looks odd and alien, embalmed on the shelf.
You don't really want to eat it.
But when it arrives, the plate's contents bely their bizarre model.
It looks amazing.
It smells even better.
You take a bite…
AWESOME!
The flavours mingle delicately on your palate, the steam rises tantalisingly off the plate.
Yeah, you know the place :)
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