The glorious Miss B. was a neighbour when we we're young and beautiful. And while we were never as beautiful as she we were at least younger.
As we were walking in a huge Kyoto shopping arcade we fell victim to the intoxicating siren song of a giant plastic crab. In an atempt to lure customers many restaurants in Kyoto employ the talents of singing plastic food all of whom have childlike voices and big round eyes. I'll post more Japanese singing entrees as I find them.
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