Stepping into Kitchen Jagaimo, with its three small checkered-clothed tables and a dark wood counter, is like venturing into a different dimension in this back-water, industrial town in the deep north of Japan. Its warmth and welcoming touch is due not only to its intimate look but also because of Mr. Obara.
Mr. Obara was a somewhat plumb, but solid man with a jolly aura about him. I learned that he used to live in the states and was a fisherman. He gave you an impression of strength but never brusqueness, of heartiness and gentility.
May he rest in peace.
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That's terrible news. I never got to eat there, but I knew him by reputation. Alas.
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