I told Second Son that his grandmother and I will be going to Oahu soon where we will decamp on Waikiki Beach. This is the text conversation that followed.
HIM: You have to go to Murakami Udon.
ME: What's that?
HIM: It's a Japanese udon noodle place. It's on Kuhio Ave literally the next street behind your hotel.
ME: Oooooooo!
HIM: The noodles are big fat Japanese noodles and you add in your preferred spices and meats and whatnot. Then you can add tempura. It's one of the best things I've ever had and it's really cheap. Like $8.00 a person.
ME: Heaven!!!
HIM: Grandma will like it too. And literally it's a 4 or 5 minute walk from your hotel.
ME: Excellent!
HIM: I went like three times last year.
ME: Grandma is always hungry. It's the first thing she talks about in the morning. Food.
HIM: Of course. It's very important on vacation.
ME: Grandma will be game! Recommendations?
HIM: I got hot Udon in one of the broths and any of the tempura is good. Japanese food is great because it's fancy deep fried shit.
ME: I just read this out loud to your grandmother.
HIM: The curry udon and niku udon were my favorite. Nike is a broth with a light fish and seaweed flavor with caramelized onions and sweet beef.
Okay. This is where I paused. I wanted to say, "Who are you?" Food is important if you have the Edwards DNA. It just is. But this? This is a notch above. Caramelized onions? Sweet beef? I was surprised by the level of engagement and intensity. The only time this kid ever cried in his life was when the Cubs won the World Series.
HIM: I literally just copied the menu. (It's online.)
Okay again. Still surprised by my kid. Just not as much.
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