Yose Nabe: A Taste of Japanese Winter The first time I tasted Yose Nabe, I was huddled around a low table in a tiny Tokyo apartment, the scent of simmering broth and soy sauce filling the air. Snow was falling outside, and the warmth radiating from the portable burner beneath the bubbling pot was pure … Read more
Tsumire: Comforting Japanese Nabe Meatballs I remember the first time I had Tsumire. It was during a particularly brutal winter in Hokkaido. The snow was piled high, and the wind howled relentlessly. My host mother, a woman with hands as weathered as an ancient oak, ladled a steaming bowl of nabe in front of me. … Read more
Tachiyama Chanko-Nabe: A Sumo Wrestler’s Hot Pot The aroma of chanko-nabe always takes me back to my time in Japan. It was a bitterly cold winter, and I stumbled upon a small, unassuming restaurant tucked away in a quiet Tokyo neighborhood. The warmth that enveloped me as I stepped inside was immediately comforting, but it … Read more
Chicken and Vegetable Pot with Dark Broth (Tori Nabe) The first time I had Tori Nabe, it was a chilly evening in Kyoto. My host family had set up a portable burner right on the tatami mat floor, and the aroma of simmering dashi filled the air. We all huddled around, chopsticks poised, as the … Read more
Tori No Mizutaki: A Taste of Fukuoka The first time I had Tori No Mizutaki, I was tucked away in a tiny, bustling izakaya in Fukuoka, Japan. The steam rising from the earthenware pot swirled around my face, carrying the delicate aroma of simmering chicken and fresh vegetables. Each spoonful was a revelation – the … Read more
Ishikari Nabe: A Taste of Hokkaido’s Bounty The first time I tasted Ishikari Nabe, I was huddled around a low table in a small Sapporo restaurant, snow swirling outside the window. The steam rising from the bubbling pot carried the rich aroma of miso and butter, a comforting promise against the biting Hokkaido winter. With … Read more
Sadogatake Chanko-Nabe Miso-Aji: A Sumo-Sized Feast for All I’ll never forget my first taste of chanko-nabe. It was a cold Tokyo evening, and I was lucky enough to be invited to a small sumo stable for dinner. The air was thick with anticipation and the aroma of simmering broth. Watching those incredible athletes gather around … Read more