One of the reasons why I’m tolerating the 60-75 minute commute every morning to my job is that I’m right in the middle of the Little Osaka neighborhood in West LA, right at Olympic & Sawtelle.
You know what that means: sushi, ramen shops, and great little Japanese markets like Nijiya, where I got this rice & fish bowl for lunch yesterday. I’ve also managed to corral a nice array of soy sauce, Sriracha, and furikake in my desk drawers. Anybody who takes this job after me is going to inherit a lovely collection of Japanese condiments.
