Geric Plankton
The humidity clung to my skin persistently, almost irritatingly so, as the night grew deeper. After finishing my work in Osaka, I spent the evening drinking in the unfamiliar Umeda area. The lively Kansai dialect, the infectious laughter, it all seemed to bounce off into the rainy sky. I felt a mix of accomplishment and fatigue from work, wrapped in a lazy drunkenness. I decided to stop drinking and eating, feeling the humidity in my body. As I walked through Umeda to catch the subway, I noticed the bustling crowds, different from Tokyo's even on a Sunday night. Did this city not have the same Monday blues that plagued others on Sunday nights? Intrigued, I wandered around the Osaka Station area. Before I knew it, it was past 9 PM. I wasn't particularly hungry, but the lingering alcohol in my system made me crave something to satisfy the growing urge. I ended up at a udon shop with a neon sign that read "Usagi Soba." The purple neon sign with the name "Usagi Soba" seemed out of place. The shop seemed to still be open. A female staff member was counting money for a female customer, and when I entered, she silently signaled my presence, only to return to the customer. A young male staff member appeared and asked if I was dining alone. I nodded, and he gestured for me to take a seat at the counter, as all the table seats were occupied. The mix of Kansai dialect and Korean in the air made it clear that this was not just an udon shop. Udon, known for its varieties like Sanuki udon from Kagawa, Inaniwa udon from Akita, and Mizusawa udon from Gunma, has a long history. Despite its popularity in places like Kagawa, Udon has never been a big part of my diet. However, its history dates back to the Edo period, and it predates soba in the western Japanese food culture. In the sweltering heat of Osaka, after work, alcohol, and fatigue, what could provide a stimulating experience for my tired body? I quickly chose the "Chiku Tempura Curry Udon" (950 yen) and called the staff over. The sound of slurping udon came from both sides. The man on my right had already finished his meal, and the man on my left, a tired-looking office worker, was fervently slurping cold udon. Suddenly, it appeared. The tempura overflowed from the bowl, its pride challenging the curry's aroma. The slightly strong yellow broth and slices of pork lay within, with green snow peas adding an accent. I started by sipping the broth. The creamy flavor was mild, not too spicy for curry, but just right when paired with the udon. I picked up the tempura and took a bite of the part soaked in curry. The fusion of tempura and curry was subtle, not overpowering the udon. The pork slices seemed to be considerate of the curry, playing a modest role without overshadowing the udon.