It's in Kobe.
Today's sole mission:
To eat Kobe beef in Kobe.
Off a tripadvisor recommendation, we had made reservations via the front desk lady at our Osaka hotel. After second breakfast of Japanese toast, we took the 50-minute-express JR train to Kobe. The smart move is to go for lunch there, not dinner. Our 100 g piece of steak was 5100 yen alone for dinner, but for lunch it was part of a set: salad, cream soup, vegetables, rice, steak, tea. Two options: filet or sirloin. The adorable woman recommended one of each so we could try both because she and her son (pointing to the grill master) like filet and her husband (pointing to the man behind the counter) and her mother (pointing to the 3-foot-nothing woman at the register) like sirloin. It is a family business and an intimate setting. We sat at the grill and watched the master grill up one of each marbled Kobe steaks and our veggies.
It was the best steak I have ever had. Even if I didn't have teeth I could bite it.
Matthew and I barely spoke as we savoured every bite. And sure enough, I preferred filet, Matthew, sirloin.
With our Mission Accomplished, with satisfied buds and bellies, we got back on the train to Kyoto.