The Soup

I think my mind has got a strange mesh filter, which takes away all these big rocks and keeps sand inside; I forget about main events but clearly remember tiniest stuff.

It was this past Saturday that I went to Acty Osaka for the first time in years, to find out that an old sandwich restaurant had been replaced with a not-so-trendy-anymore Asian-fusion diner.

And I started wondering when was the last time I was there, with whom and why.

Strangely enough, the first and only thing that flashed into my mind was the consomme soup they always served for free. Looking back, it tasted like "just add water" kind of soup, but I simply loved it, and suddenly started missing it so much.

(Sorry if I looked a bit spaced-out while we were strolling on the floor. I must've been feeling the taste of that soup.)


[コンソメスープの味　　サンドイッチ「グルメ」・アクティ大阪]

最後に行ったのはたぶん姉とで、
エッシャー展の後だったような・・・　すごいあやふや。 なのに
なんでコンソメスープだけこんなにハッキリ覚えてるんやろう？
あと、向かいの丸ビルの天気予報とか。