There is Tongue on my Tongue

After spending the day in Hiroshima, Stephanie, Lauren, Alicen, Ashly, and I made our way back to the train station for dinner. We really wanted to have a good traditional Japanese meal before we left Japan. Luckily for us, every store has plastic food in the window. We went into a restaurant at random, where a woman offered to translate for us. We eventually decided on just pointing at plastic food to order. Now, if you can remember, one of my goals is go outside my box. So what can I possibly order that will go beyond my comfort zone? How about tongue? Stephanie, Lauren and I all had pigs tongue. Except for the fact you could see the tastebuds, it wasn’t that bad. The seasoning was delicious, the chewy texture was only a reminder that there was currently tongue on my tongue. So there you have it. One baby step at a time