After completing the standard grocery run at Pak'n'Save Blaise and I finally decided to visit the Asian Super Market just across the street.
We had always put it off but today being Blaise's Sunday and not having plans we wandered over to see if we could find frozen edamame and bulldog Tonkatsu sauce. There are small asian markets everywhere but we keep finding rice at one, korean at another, japanese at another, etc.
Let me say we have wasted a lot of shopping time; if we had just gone in here we would never had so many shopping issues. This place was packed with everything we needed and more. We kept pointing out stuff and grinning like mad.
Grabbing a basket we proceeded to charge up and down the aisles; "honey i'm getting some rice seasoning for the onigiri" i cried, he shouts back "hey i remember my dad buying this".
"Hey look cheap sushi rice!!!"
"Wasabi powder like back home"
they even had little rice ball shapers which made me happy, i bought a set btw.
but after doing the aisles we still hadn't found our Tonkatsu sauce. Its brown, made with pear (so they claim) and is excellent on breaded pork cutlets over white rice with some eggplant pickles. We walked up to a young asian stock person and Blaise asked for it, he looked confused and then walked over to his boss. The boss, who is the owner, showed us first one sauce and then after a quick explanation by Blaise and a mention of the brand bulldog showed us the sauce on the aisle near the sushi tools.
the young stocker meanwhile was following us to see where it was. Blaise and the owner walked off and i spotted the rice ball shapers at the bottom shelf so i was on the floor rooting through the options. I glanced up to see him holding the sauce bottle with a look of intense concentration on his face. Finally he shouts to the owner "there is no english on this thing at all!" and then he walked away quietly saying "Tonkatsu, Tonkatsu", perhaps a mnemonic device so he would know where to find it next time.
$54 later and very happy with our find and with warm thank yous and "come again" from the owner we went home. Glad i'm not the only one who can't read the labels.
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