I ventured into the famed culinary sanctuary known as “Eiheiji Soba-tei Ikkyu”, guided by none other than my wife—an unapologetic connoisseur of soba. According to her, the soba here is divine. And the apple pie? Allegedly, the stuff of legends.
Approaching the area, I was met with a bustling pilgrimage of pedestrians and a parking lot peppered with out-of-town plates. This place isn’t just popular—it’s practically sacred among foodies.
Lucky us: we arrived early. No crowds, no waiting. With my wife leading the way like a seasoned temple guide, we snagged a window-side seat with a view as serene as a Zen koan.
Meanwhile, the adjacent apple pie takeout stand? Chaos incarnate. The line looked like something out of a Black Friday documentary.
Behold, the menu—each page a siren song of starch and sweetness.
Trusting the experienced oracle at my side, I mirrored her order: Oroshi Soba with a decadent follow-up of apple pie and coffee.
The soba arrives.
The noodles—silken, gliding like whispers down the throat. Perhaps there’s grated yam in the dough? Flat-cut and gentle on the bite. Effortlessly enjoyable.
Midway through the bowl, our server reappeared with intrigue: a special fresh shichimi togarashi. “Try it halfway through,” she whispered like a plot twist. Citrus-kissed, pepper-warmed—absolutely brilliant. I decided on the spot: I’m buying a jar from the souvenir shop downstairs.
Then came the finale—the fabled apple pie.
Confession: I rarely eat sweets. But this? This was a revelation. My first encounter with apple pie hot from the oven—and it was glorious. Steam, cinnamon, molten apple filling—all conspired to destroy my self-control. No wonder it’s been on TV. Worth the hype.
Satisfaction level? Astronomical.
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We also did a bit of sightseeing at Eiheiji Temple, so I’ll leave you with some visual tranquility:
Fin.
“Life itself is the proper binge.”
— Julia Child
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