Daniel Whitfield

Tributes

• Remembering Kenji Sakurai · 3y ago

  Visiting guest from San Francisco

  We had no common language, and I was a nervous tourist in 2009. He drew a tuna on a napkin, tapped his chest and poured me tea. It was the best meal of my life. I returned in 2012 and he remembered my name. I wept into the miso soup.