Drew and I decided to split a quesadilla and each get a pizza. Don't judge, remember that portion sides here are much smaller than back home. The quesadilla was amazing and was gone before I even thought to get a picture. The same almost happened with my pizza. This was by far the best pizza crust I've ever had in Japan. And if you know me, you'll know it's all about the crust.
Monday night we took a walk to an Okinawan restaurant that is near our train station. Neither of us had ever tried Okinawan food before and we were up for an adventure.
I was surprised by the awesome glass floor peeking down onto sand and seashells.
I ordered the papaya chanpuru, which was sort of a vegetable stir-fry, and Drew ordered a pork rice bowl that seemed to have chunks of spam in it. Either way, both dishes got a thumbs up. Next time we will be coming back to try the taco rice.
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