I think it would be an understatement to say that the Sasebo Burger is my white whale.
Finding myself one day at a local Sasebo Burger joint in Sasebo, I had a good feeling about the meal I was about to tastefully put in my face. Barely anyone was in the restaurant, but customers were coming in for pick-up orders placed over the phone; there were pictures up on the walls of semi-famous people giving the thumbs up with a mouth-full of ground meat bits and re-putrified cheese.
I got the 極選 (Gokusen – Select Choice) Burger. Indeed, I can say without hesitation that it was the choice I selected. This time, a local and native Sasebo Burger, not some cheap knock off.
Like a condom slipped on silently to cover up the rash, I readied the napkin around the burger.
One bite and everything came together.
Yappari, NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO THE SASEBO`S BETTER SELF, the YUFUIN BURGER.
Very unsatisfied, I went to a nearby izakaya, and I re-found something there: true deliciousness. Nothing can compare: the sounds of rowdy folk in a darkened atmosphere, the distant smell of cigarette smoke, the first sip of that ice-cold beer after a long day, the many skewered fish and foods. This is a favourite part of Japan. Nothing beats the sounds, the smells and the eats of an izakaya. I don’t need imitation-food from home. What I need is cheese wrapped in meat on a stick; what I need is teriyaki chicken; what I need is enoki and bacon in heavenly combination.