Budweiser Beer: A Taste of USA in Japan
The game is on, the wings are in the oven, and someone has already texted the group chat about kickoff time. In Roppongi, Hiroo, or…
The game is on, the wings are in the oven, and someone has already texted the group chat about kickoff time. In Roppongi, Hiroo, or…
The birthday has been going for three hours, and nobody is thinking about leaving. The guacamole bowl has been refilled twice. The carnitas are still…
The marigolds are out, the altar is set, and someone has gone to find something to drink while the family finishes arranging the photographs. In…
The night market is loud, bright, and moving in every direction at once. Someone has a skewer in one hand and a cold Taiwan Beer…
The grill is already going. The banchan is out, and someone has just returned from the fridge with something that is not the usual lager.…
The roast goose is finished. The plum sauce bowl is empty. Now the table has settled into the part of the evening with no fixed…
There is a kind of evening in Hong Kong that needs no name. The match has finished, the last dim sum order has returned empty,…
Sunday morning in Hong Kong moves at a particular pace. Dim sum trolleys are already circling. The table fills before ten. Someone’s grandfather pours tea…
The hot pot is already going. Someone has topped up the broth. The lamb is in. Meanwhile, the table is loud in the way that…
You are somewhere in Tokyo — Shinjuku, Shibuya, or wherever the office put you — and it is the end of a long week. The…