Megumi Hara– Author –

There’s a rhythm to Osaka that starts long before the neon signs of Dotonbori flicker to life. It’s a low hum that builds with the rising sun, a pulse that beats strongest not in the glittering shopping arcades, but in the city’s stomach...

The train doors hiss open at Tsuruhashi Station, and before you see a thing, it hits you. It’s not a landmark, not a sign, but a smell. A glorious, intoxicating wave of sizzling beef, of pungent garlic, and the sharp, funky promise of fe...

The air in Osaka changes before the sun comes up. It thins out, sheds the weight of the previous night, and begins to hum with a quiet energy that most of the city will sleep right through. This is the hour of the market, the sacred time...

Osaka. The name itself conjures a vibrant symphony of sights and sounds, a city electric with energy, famous for its neon-drenched canals, its boisterous, welcoming people, and its undying philosophy of kuidaore—to eat oneself into ruin....

Step into a world where the air hums with energy, a vibrant chorus of cheerful vendors, sizzling grills, and the excited chatter of hungry visitors. This isn't just a market; it's the beating heart of Osaka's culinary soul, a place affec...

Just beyond the electric pulse of Osaka's neon-drenched streets, where the symphony of the city gives way to the whisper of the wind through ancient trees, lies a world suspended between earth and sky. This is Hoshida Enchi, a sprawling ...