drool
There's nothing better than wandering the streets of Osaka with an empty, rumbling stomach, browsing the masses of restaurants and roadside food stalls, wallowing in a visual feast of expectation.
Delectable aromas waft aimlessly from the doorways, igniting my nasal lining and stimulating my salivary glands, often causing a globule of drool and spittle to dangle elegantly from my open mouth.
Which place will take my fancy? What will be the deciding factor? It could be a delicious smell. An eye-catching window display. It could be a shop name, cleverly conceived. A name to invite me, entice me, call me inside.
I passed on this place.
Delectable aromas waft aimlessly from the doorways, igniting my nasal lining and stimulating my salivary glands, often causing a globule of drool and spittle to dangle elegantly from my open mouth.
Which place will take my fancy? What will be the deciding factor? It could be a delicious smell. An eye-catching window display. It could be a shop name, cleverly conceived. A name to invite me, entice me, call me inside.
I passed on this place.
On Monday, 28 November, 2005, Anonymous said:
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