My first taste of a language has always been through food. “Arroz con leche, me quiero casar con una señorita de Portugal…” These playful lyrics and its accompanying melody bring back memories of a childhood in my beloved Bolivia. I can still taste the warm, comforting canela, pasas, and sweetened milk and feel how the …
I vividly remember my first time in Tokyo: the scramble of black and white masks dotting the Shibuya Crossing in the warm rain. As an American, I had not grown up in a culture where wearing masks in public was common practice, and this scene made a strong impression. In a sense, the ubiquity of …
One of the first friends my husband Julien and I made after moving to Tokyo was the caring and creative Miica Fran. After meeting her at our coworking space, she invited us to her first pop-up restaurant called “Eat Provence” — an intimate series inspired by the slow food and cozy lifestyle of her experience …
Miica Fran creates beautiful food with “wabi-sabi” veggies. Hola humans of the future! I welcome you to take a comfy seat at our table, taste our delicious food, drink our sparkling sake, and get to know the brave and beautiful women of Japan. Yes, I’m still daydreaming of the first of a series of delicious, …
