I’m from Chicago and, I’m sorry, deep dish (or, rather, stuffed spinach) is my pizza of choice.

Hmmmm. You stopped just before the year I was born:

I’m showing my age, but I remember larger size Mr. Goodbars in the ‘70s. I don’t know if they are available now.

When I was in high school I used to eat Wheaties with milk on them frozen. I guess it’s the same principal.

The only part of the book I ever remembered was the old king eating a poison mushroom turning green and dying. I remember my grandmother being annoyed that I fixated on this point.  That and the book was written in cursive. Your copy seems to have opted for conventional print. 

In Japan they sell this dry cottage cheese (I think they use it to make cheesecake, or something) that I used to be addicted to. It was kinda salty! I’ve never been able to find one that consistency here.

I always loved this movie because the happy ending is she ends up with a really good friend, not romance.

Growing up in the ‘60s, the school lunches our mother would pack were either egg salad sandwiches (how safe was that, in retrospect?) or liverwurst sandwiches. I still have a weakness for both.

I once ordered a stuffed spinach pizza (I’m in Chicago), and left the leftovers on the kitchen counter. I flew to Japan and back (so was gone tops three days). I ate the pizza when I came back and had no ill effects.

I once deposited a bunch of $100 bills in a Chase machine and they jammed the machine (I was within the written limit of bills). I went inside the branch and they were able to go in the machine and find my money. I don’t remember if it was the same day or whether they got back to me in a few days. Still, I was…

The best cold sandwich I’ve had is the Number 24 at Chicago’s Eleven City Diner: Pastrami, corned beef, chopped liver, and Swiss cheese on, I think, rye. I guess all depends on the quality of the ingredients.

I’m a white middle-aged man. I’ve been in the Chicago Chanel boutique twice. The first time I was completely ignored by all the sales assistants. The second time, an unfortunate sales assistant made the mistake of walking in front of me as I entered the store and so I was unavoidable. She did assist me, but made it…

Yukari.... a shiso furikake.

We had neighbors from Latvia growing up. They used onion skins to make Easter eggs and they were brown, but gorgeous. I think they put the eggs in old socks and tied them up with twine so it was kinda tie-dyed looking —which went over well in the late ‘60s.

It’s kind of weird that in discussions of Westworld, little to no mention is made of Jonathan Nolan’s other series, Person of Interest, which was, cough cough, a very interesting and, yes, deep reflection on AI while also being a satisfying shoot em up. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt here and see what…

The man-bun is just a half-assed stab at a chonmage anyway. They probably wouldn’t mind ending up something like this, anyway.

Bee larvae (蜂の子/hachi no ko) in Japan. at an office party The local high school raised them just to be eaten! They tasted like honey, only crunchy.

I'm also a big fan of buckwheat pillows. The ones I've bought in the states tend to be really expensive, though, and tend to have odd proportions of the buckwheat husks which make them heavy and lopsided. I go to Japan several times a year, and always come back with a new pillow I get there. The pillows I get there…

I'm also a big fan of buckwheat pillows. The ones I've bought in the states tend to be really expensive, though, and…

I was kind of expecting Jill Scott's mother to be revealed as a Cortexiphan child.