Isekai Izakaya Nobu 81: Oyakodon (Part 1)

I wonder who he takes after. Lorenz thought about his son as he looked at the empty stew plate. It was frustrating, but it was delicious. He never thought the day would come when he’d be impressed by a dish…
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I wonder who he takes after. Lorenz thought about his son as he looked at the empty stew plate. It was frustrating, but it was delicious. He never thought the day would come when he’d be impressed by a dish…
The rich flavor of fish is infused in the broth. Today’s staff meal, prepared by Hans, is a stew imitating oden, seasoned with Borganga fish sauce, Fizosa. No shoyu is used. “Not bad at all.” Taisho nods in satisfaction after…
“Oh, is that so…?” After answering, Celes was surprised at how dejected she felt, more than she expected. What was the point of coming all the way from La Parisia? She was all set for fried food, and now her…
Only when she wears her glasses can she return to her true self. Celestine de Oiria, having slipped out of her lodgings in the old capital city using her usual method, put on her favorite silver-rimmed glasses and became simply…
“Is this the singing tavern, Nobu, that Krowinkel talks about?” The one peering in through the half-open door was a handsome man with the air of an actor. He was dressed in flashy clothes, but his expression, with a gentle…
It was, without a doubt, an incident. Gernot, the tax collector, a regular at Izakaya Nobu, visited during the usual afternoon hours. However, he didn’t order the Neapolitan pasta that he would normally request without fail. “…Red wine. No snacks.”…
Ignaz and Kamil visited Izakaya Nobu around lunchtime the next day. The noren wasn’t out, but it seemed they were serving lunch to regulars inside. Two or three customers were enjoying their meals with gusto. Ignaz had expected Gernot to be there,…
With the new year, the stagnant logistics gradually returned to normal, and horse-drawn carriages began to visit the old capital again. Most of the goods carried by the carriages were food. Although the people of the old capital each store…
Leontaine placed her hands on her hips, nodded in satisfaction, and gave a look to the chef in the kitchen. From the other side of the counter, a pleasant clattering sound began to rise. It was the sound of oil.…