The best way to learn about a culture is through it’s food. But my favorite part about Furano? It’s light and fluffy snow. Theoretically, you tend to eat a lot when you’re faced with that kind of cold. I slip into this state of mind where I turn into a winter monster devouring everything in my path.

That’s when I seek out the best comfort food that the area has to offer. Other than jotting down a few recipe ideas, it was just an excuse to find the best sushi and sashimi one could offer for this trip. With local variations and styles of cooking, one thing that always impresses me with the Japanese culture is their creativity with food. Hospitality levels – off the charts and unparalled according to the number of reviews you find on many tourist sites.

So I had taken it upon myself to do the research in finding the choicest place to sup to your heart’s content. Involving some pretty high levels of social media stalking and Google skills along with my limited geographical ability to navigate with maps: my food expedition in Furano.

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Day 1:

We didn’t get to Furano until evening so finding a good dinner spot was a true test to my research skills. Full sashimi, steak and shabu shabu course courtesy of Hinodemachi, Sennari. Steamed oysters drowned in sake and lemon made my night.

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Day 2:

Breakfast – After realizing that most cafes open between 9am to 11am, ain’t no body got time for that. We retreated to the nearest hotel we could find for some coffee and tea. We picked up pieces of sweet pastries like my melon bun which I had two of and a good cup of Earl grey tea. But letsbereal everyone, you know green tea will always be my jam.

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Lunch – I distinctly remembered chomping down on some ramen in between ski breaks but I fogot to take a picture of it.

Dinner – Munching on some flaming spare ribs (absolute dinner and a show) at the Teppan Okonomiya Masaya, I paired it with their recommended curry rice with omelette and stole some bits of my sisters’ free range chicken steaks.

Day 3:

Breakfast – Absolute success. I finally found a local cafe managed by some Sydney-siders. Their promise of making the most Aussie cuppa I’ve had so far was washed down with some rock hard blueberry muffins I chomped down in my eagerness.

Dinner – My afternoon onsen session helped to work up an appetite for dinner. After driving around aimlessly lost for dinner (and New Year’s eve at the time) we came across a tiny restaurant owned by an elderly couple who graciously opened up their doors for us, even though they were already closed for the night. Their traditional fare of Japanese delicacies hand grilled by us according to our tastes and paired with different types of sauces and soups. I had to be rolled out on a wheelchair after we were done. Never underestimate food portions when in Japan.

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Day 4:

Breakfast – Traditional breakfast spread prepared by our b&b hosts which consisted of grilled salmon, miso soup (heavens it was good), rice and dessert mochi.

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Anyone who has not tried miso soup, please do. It is one of the most comforting soups I can think of that can be whipped up in a matter of minutes, depending on the complexity of your ingredients. Guarenteed idiot-proof and kitchen-friendly for those limited on time. Feel free to freestyle.

Lunch – Full apeshit mode activated at the local seafood market with sashimi plates of salmon, tuna and yellow fins freshly caught in the morning on ice.

Dinner –  Simple soba fare for the New Year that was served by the oldest looking woman whom I swear taught life lessons of intimidation to my High School science teachers. Vegetarian tempura of pumpkin, squash, seaweed and eggplant were lightly fried in flour batter.

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