Nishida / Aomori Museum

We had another spa session this morning,





but not before having another excellent meal: a huge Japanese breakfast.


The best items from this menu were the home made tofu and Japanese style miso-egg

Last year, Kenji had a huge show in Aomori, and he has been in contact with one of the curators, named Emiko, who very generously offered to drive us around while in Aomori. There were also several other people from the museum to help out, all of whom fawned over Kenji and called him Sensei (teacher). Kenji seemed very happy with all of the attention, the Japanese breakfasts, his local dialect etc. It was strange to see him so at home in a place I had never really known, but I was happy to see him so completely in his element.

We were picked up at the spa by Emiko at ten and made our way up to the Nishida Sake Brewery. The back story for this trip begins back in Berkeley, where we were eating at our favorite sushi restaurant: Kirala. I decided to try out a sake and asked for a menu. I was really surprised to find an entry from Aomori (my dad's home town) called Nishida Denshu and showed it to him. It turned out that it was from the Nishida Sake Brewery, and the Nishida in question was one of my dad's friends from middle and high school -- Nishida-san! It also turned out that the sake was wonderful, so when we decided to go to Aomori, I pleaded with Kenji to write to Nishida-san to get us a tour of the factory. We subsequently learned that Nishida does not offer tours to anyone, and its actually not that easy to even buy his sake because he makes it in such small quantities, and it is highly sought after.

Happily, Nishida invited us to his house/brewery, but at the beginning of the day, we still didn't know if we were going to get to see the factory. It was out of town, which was a blessing for him, because it meant that his very old house survived the US fire bombing of Aomori (the same fire bombing which had utterly flattened all of Aomori, including my fathers large house... leaving a smoldering pit with the occasional fire proof warehouse left standing).

Anyway, to say that I was excited to see the source of the sake is an understatement. His factory and house is a sprawling complex, with a beautiful garden and old style house at its core. We got a tour of everything, including the machine which mills the rice,

to the storage tanks, where the rice/yeast/water slurry lives for one year


and finally the presses.

Interestingly, Nishida says that he gets the best sake from these old style presses rather than his fancy new filtration machine. He also showed us the well from which he gets the water with which the sakes is made

as well as some samples of different milling levels of the rice



I also had a chance to take some pictures of Nishida-sans beautiful enclosed garden.



And it turned out that Nishida-san is also a devotee of the Church of Hasselblad.
Nishida gave us excellent postcards, and two special bottles of Sake -- one of which is a brand new product.


From Nishida-san's we went to a local noodle place and had some excellent tempura-soba, and then on to the vast and expensive new Aomori prefectural museum. The highlights for me were the jaguars made of rope:


The hyper futuristic "Sleeper" style can't-be-anymore-white bathrooms
Incidentally, judging from the looks I got, the bathroom is one of the places where Japanese people do not approve of camera usage
the jomon ceramics (excavated at the museum site)

and of course the Munakatas

I'm sure there will one day be a Kenji section in that museum.
Some of the other things were some Marc Chagall theater backdrops:

and some really elegant and functional plywood chairs:
whose design I will probably copy (I got lots of close up pictures of the joints etc). The most bizarre thing was probably the huge robotic space baby thing which would started screaming and marching every 5 or 10 minutes or so. Sadly I was too much in awe of it to remember to take a picture.

On our way out of the museum, we encountered a guy doing pirouettes on a unicycle. Definitely not something you see everyday. Well, it got a whole lot weirder when the music started, and a troupe of them came cycling out from behind the museum and the lights and sound system started up


It was mesmerizing.


After a little rest at the JAL hotel downtown (the same place I had stayed with my dad back in 2000) the museum people threw a part for my dad. Chloe and I did our best to communicate, but mostly concentrated on drinking Nishida sake, and scarfing down the excellent food. The scallops and corn-mochi were awesome


but so was the sashimi and the five other dishes! Kenji, mom and I were all asked to give on the spot talks. I did my best, but who knows how it got translated!