Showing posts with label Kokoro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kokoro. Show all posts

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Eating at Kokoro


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. I look after him 'cuz he's really old and forgetful. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. I'm sure he's 20. That's really, really old.   Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing and doesn't even talk. I look after him, too.

Know what? We're at Kokoro. That's the Japanese restaurant on Mill Street. I l-o-v-e Japanese food. It's yummy and that's one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. Chance likes Japanese food, too. He gets to drink miso soup out of his bottle. He can hold a spoon but he's not very good at it. He spills soup all over himself.

We'll have to give him a bath when we get home. Bath time is fun. I get to take a bath, too. We splash in the water and have fun. I have purple bubble soap and rubber duckies and a fire truck. I sure hope you can come to Kokoro and eat with us some time. That would be really fun! Maybe Chance will splash you with miso soup and you can come home and have a bath with us!

Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs? What happened to the Sons of Windsor? Where are  you my Princes of Ontario?" That's me! I'm a handsome bear cub. I'm a Son of Windsor. I'm a Prince of Ontario. So is Chance! Okay. we gotta go. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub, saying Sayanara--that's Japanese for 'good-bye!'

Friday, September 25, 2009

Foosball at Kokoro


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a wee little cubby I found on the doorstep one morning. He's my new little brother. That makes us a family. I like our family. Families are the people who love each other and look after each other.

Know what? I'm playing Foosball at Kokoro. Kokoro is on Mill Street. It has Japanese food. It's yummy. If I went to Japan I'd eat everything. Japan is far away. James says we can't go there on the train. We'd have to fly. I don't know how to fly. Maybe I will learn how.

Foosball is a fun game. I beat James every time we play. I'm gonna teach Chance to play Foosball when he grows up. Chance so tiny he doesn't even have teeth--or a tail! He will get them when he grows up but he won't grow pockets or thumbs, you know. He can't eat porridge with gummy worms, like me. Chance drinks warm condensed owls' milk out of a bottle. I get to hold him and the bottle. Chance licks my nose. That makes me laugh. James says we're a handful. Know what? So is he. I look after him 'cuz he's old and forgetful. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark! He's always in trouble. Okay. I gotta go look after Chance and SJames. We're gonna dig some holes in the back yard. I l-o-v-e to dig holes. Be good citizens and you can have Smarties and wallermelons. Bye for now!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Kokoro Means "Heart"


Hi. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub. I live with my buddy,  James on Sparkle Road. I look after him 'cuz he's forgetful and really old. James was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark.

Look at me! I'm way up here on the Kokoro sign. Kokoro is the Japanese word for "Heart." We eat at Kokoro. It's on Mill Street, right by our house. Japanese food is yummy.  I wonder if it's in the Japan Food Guide?  I like the Tonkatsu fish and unagi, too. I could eat them all up! I can talk Japanese, you know. I'm Charles the kabu. Kabu means bear cub in Japanese. If I had a little brother I'd share my unagi with him and teach him Japanese words. I asked  James if we could get me a baby brother. He said, "Fat chance."

Oh. Wait. Did you hear that?  James is hollering, "Who's a handsome kabu?" That's me! Charles! I gotta go. I'm gonna run and get my ears tickled so I can laugh right out loud. Sianara! That's Japanese for over and out, from me!