I’m sitting down for my first taste at Himawari, which has been proclaimed to be the best ramen house in the Bay Area. I’m eagerly anticipating the aroma and flavor of the broth. For good measure I’ve also ordered a round of spicy tuna. And I’m currently enjoying the smooth, faintly sweet taste of the Kurosawa sake from Nagoya.

Himawari. It’s funny, that was the name of the building I stayed in at the orphanage in Kyoto. It was a small, two-story structure. Kitchen, laundry and large open-plan room downstairs, with restrooms, four bedrooms, and a tiny common room upstairs.
Thoughts of returning to my Japanese studies are running through my mind. But what is the end-game? Is it just for my temporary entertainment? Will further cultivating a familiarity with Japanese culture help my design career? Perhaps…
So maybe a valuable next step will be to identify potential intersections of Japanese culture and industrial design opportunities.









