My earliest recollection of Japanese food was when I was 6 years old. I remember my Uncle, who's the captain of a cargo ship that sails to Japan every so often, was eating raw fish while having his nightly Whiskey dose. It felt odd because the only fish I've had back then was cooked fish, I even remember being grossed out because of the smell. I don't recall how I ended up loving Japanese food so much, but I do. I fucking do.
I think I've mentioned it several times that if I were to eat only 3 cuisines in my life, Japanese would be one of them. So, when my sister asked me to join her to Little Tokyo, I giddily said yes, regardless if it's in Makati. I hate Makati, ugh. We rode a cab so I don't think I'm the best person to ask when it comes to directions. I think the instructions here are pretty comprehensive, follow it instead, lol.
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Ochi is a twenty-something Corporate Trainer who loves to cook, take photos and videos of her food, eat and travel. On weekends, she's either drunk or snuggling in bed watching her favorite crime drama. 
