Where is the Buddhist’s hell?

In the book, Holy Cow: An Indian Adventure, author Sarah Macdonald travels through various parts of India taste-testing different religions. It’s in Dharamsala, home of the Dalai Lama, where she ponders Buddhism.

“According to the Buddhist scriptures, hell is located on the other side of the earth on a spot directly opposite Bodhgaya — the town in India where the Buddha became enlightened. According to modern maps, that corresponds to America.”

When I first read this, I was excited at the prospects of being able to travel not too far to visit what the Buddhists call hell. So I fired up this Google Maps “opposite end of the world” utility that allows you to pinpoint a location on Earth, and it spits out the exact opposite.

I was dismayed to find that the exact opposite of Bodhgaya is not, in fact, in America — as Sarah Macdonald promised — but in the middle of the South Pacific ocean.

So much for that Spring Break trip to hell.

Big in Japan: Zen and the art of ramen appreciation

I love ramen…

For some, it’s the marbled fat and delicate color of farm-raised Kobe beef. For others, it’s the delicate flesh and buttery taste of wild salmon.

For me however, it’s got to be ramen, Nature’s most perfect food.

Although I’ve spent several years living in Tokyo, for some strange reason I never had the privilege of dining at Ippudo (?????), a world famous chain of ramen noodle shops.

Originating in the city of Hakata (????) on the island of Kyushu, Ippudo pays homage to its roots by serving up some of the best damn Hakata-style ramen on the planet.

Hakata ramen is distinguished by its rich and milky pork-bone broth, thin noodles and unique toppings such as pickled ginger, crushed sesame and pickled greens.

So how good is Ippudo you ask?

Put it this way – one doesn’t merely jump right into a bowl of Ippudo’s signature Hakata ramen.

On the contrary, it must first appreciated and respected before even a single slurp of soup and noodle can be savored.

So, without further adieu, I present to you today Zen and the art of ramen appreciation.

Upon arriving at the table, don’t lose face in front of the chef by diving into the bowl like an uncouth barbarian.

Instead, take a moment to appreciate the immaculate presentation, the intoxicating aroma and the beauty of the meal before you.

Ippudo ramen is best served up with a dollop of fiery red miso paste and a squirt of black sesame oil.

However, don’t let these culinary flourishes distract you from the heart and soul of the meal, namely the honorable pig that gave up its life for your dining pleasure.

Indeed, the fat from the humble pig comprises much of the bulk of the broth, while cuts of tenderloin float delicately on the surface like sakura petals on a still pond.

Next, use your chopsticks in a precise and exacting manner to explore the delicate coil of noodles that lie in waiting beneath the surface of the broth.

At Ippudo, these handmade noodles are thin yet resilient, and are expertly crafted to capture globules of rich fat and flavorful broth.

By this point, your mouth is salivating and your stomach is growling, so give a polite bow to the chef and say a small prayer for the pig.

Now that the appropriate amount of respect has been given, dive right into what will most likely be the most heavenly bowl of ramen you’ve ever tasted.

And of course, don’t forget to slurp your noodles – not only is it polite, but it also enhances the flavor!

Ippudo has several locations in Tokyo, though I tend to frequent the one on Meiji-dori in Hiroo-go-chome. If you happen to see a fellow gaijin noodle lover there, be sure to say hi.

** Special thanks to my fellow diner and all-around partner in crime, Will-san, who understands whole-heartedly that no two bowls of ramen are ever created equal **

Photo of the Day 3-9-2008


This scene seems like it’s out of “Requiem for a Dream” — maybe ferris wheels just always have that sort of desolate and spooky feel. The photographer, Weegolo, notes that the photo (of the Singapore Flyer, hardly a ferris wheel, I know) wasn’t taken in black and white; “it was just a very gray day,” a detail that adds to the lonely vibe of the picture.

Do you have any travel photos that perfectly capture a gray day? Upload them to Gadling’s Flickr pool, where they’ll be considered for our Photo of the Day feature.

Japan: A Post-Car Society

A post-car society might actually exist? I would love that!

Too bad it is so far from my own back yard, where people obsess about their cars to the point where they actually honestly believe that your choice of car accurately reveals your character. (Sorry, Honda drivers, you apparently have none.) What about the character of all the people in Japan who don’t have cars? God bless them.

In this article, Newsweek called the gadget-crazy Japanese as people who look down at owning a car as “so 20th century.” Apparently, the automobile is losing its emotional appeal in Japan. Sales fell 7 percent in 2006, if you don’t count the minicar market. It is about time the automobile lost its emotional appeal, if you ask me. Mind you, I don’t mind cars, but I really despise the whole concept of car culture and what it has done to large chunks of the world.

Matthew could surely speak more coherently about this trend in Japan, but I am just here to tell you that the end of car culture might be closer than we think.