1st Generation Yakitori Master
Late one Saturday afternoon, about ten months ago, the aroma of yakitori cooking on an open charcoal grill, came wafting in through my office window. I wondered if the family across the river from our house was having a bar-b-que. Later on a bike ride, I followed the scent. I found out that the "master yakitori chef" only comes to cook in front of our neighborhood grocery store here in Ichihara, on Saturdays. Our dinner that night was, of course, juicy yakitori. The following Saturday we decided to have yakitori for what we thought would be just one more time. Last Saturday, however, was our 32nd week anniverary of consecutive Saturday night yakitori dinners.