The Chinese fascination with young boys, particularly those of the de-testiculated sub-genus, has been well-documented by scholars for centuries. Throughout history, eunuchs have been a source of fear as well as a subversive power structure hidden in the shadows of the Dragon Throne. As one would expect for such a mysterious force, they have long inspired the creation of various action figures and snack foods.
In the one hundred and thirty-fifth Ox year (622 by Western reckoning), the emperor La Yu ruled over the Middle Kingdom. He was a dedicated fan of eunuchs, and a connaisseur of all things smooth and hairless. Such were his appetities that on certain weekends, he would gather the entire court and...I digress. From his great love of the form sprang an order to the imperial kitchens: "Create a tribute to eunuchs - one that will ensure they are never forgotten. Make it in their image, and make it...tasty."
The sun was shining and I had no particular place to go until nightfall, so I rode my bike up to Kameido and freestyled around for an hour pretending that I was looking for an interesting place for lunch when I knew, had I been honest with myself, that I was going to eat gyoza, if only I could remember where the heck the shop was with no map and just a few hazy memories from 5 years earlier when I visited one time. Eventually I saw a configuration of signs and streets that made something go off in my head, and after a quick trip to the hospital to treat the aneurism I went back to that place and quickly found Kameido Gyoza, right where I left it.
What's that you say, more gratuitous shots of gyoza facing extermination?
My meager total is bashfully hiding its head on the right. I figured with only a small beer (not the size on the price chart. I wonder how they managed to calculate my total!) and 30 minutes solid bike ride each way from home, this wasn't too bad. And seeing as it wasn't too bad, it was damn good!