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Marat
@marat1
Storyteller
Del Mar, CA
Artist, Illustrator, Storyteller, Author, Traveler, Wannabe Sommelier and Chef
215 Posts
With a heart thrumming like the Shibuya Crossing at rush hour, I counted down the moments. In my mind's eye, I was already seeing the chef, a stoic figure against the backdrop of his minimalist stage, ready to present his life's work in a procession of courses made with devotion Each slice was an act of surgical precision, an exercise in utter perfection. His knife was an extension of his hand and glided through the meat as though the flesh was nearly a figment of our imagination. #Writer #StoryTeller #Jiro #Travel Jiro The Sushi Alchemist
The embodiment of a lifetime of dedication, countless hours spent honing skills, mastering the nuances of each ingredient until the entire creation seemed exquisite, effortless and unrepeatable. #Jiro #SukiyabashiJiro #Writer #Storyteller I Dreamed of Sushi and Found Jiro
His legend was a relentless pursuit of perfection and a life devoted to the art of his craft. His persistence has the kind of gravitas that can turn even the most jaded palate into a quivering disciple. To sit at his bar, to watch those hands, aged yet unwavering, sculpting piece Come sit with me at Sukiyabashi Jiro tomorrow and be served by a master Shokunin! #writer #amwriting #travel #traveler #storyteller #sukiyabashijiro #JiroOno #LifeInParts I ❤️ Post People
I am very upset to read that Post is going to close down. As a writer, I have found such an amazing community here of people who encouraged me, enjoyed my work and even promoted it (VERY Grateful). The ability to tell stories, improve my writing and just have to courage to share She spoke with the relaxed cadence of her hometown in Italy, a melody that was somehow both an aria and a comforting whisper in the chaos of London's pulse. Each cup she crafted was a testament to her craft, a canvas where the swirl of steamed milk painted temporary masterpieces On this day; April 18, 1938, a legend was born. Superman was never just a hero, he was an ideal, he was a force to believe in, he was hope, courage and an unwavering stand for truth and justice. Happy 86th Birthday Sups!! #Superman #SupermanDay Take a stroll along the Riva degli Schiavoni in Venice tonight. Grab an Aperol spritz. Put the tourist map away and head away from Piazza San Marco. Feel the breeze. Taste the spritz. See the sunset. Stop at a small local bacari for a cicchetti. Grab a glass of Amarone. Order sev With a heart thrumming like the Shibuya Crossing at rush hour, I counted down the moments. In my mind's eye, I was already seeing the chef, a stoic figure against the backdrop of his minimalist stage, ready to present his life's work in a procession of courses made with devotion Jiro had not just changed my palate; he subtly reshaped my world. #Writer #Storyteller #Travel #Traveler #Jiro Go to Paris. Take a walk in Montmartre. Put the tourist map away and get lost on purpose. Walk through the cobblestone streets. Find a local cafe and take a seat outside. Order a Café au lait and croissant, don’t get it to-go. Order another. Watch life happen around you. Take in The first sip of this creamy elixir was a revelation, an awakening, a sensory flare that cut through the cold morning London air piercing my morning haze. The coffee tasted of distant mountains and the hands that tended them. #writer #Storyteller #Travel Hyde Park at dawn is a hushed theatre of casual joggers and early risers, the soft thuds of their shoes a metronome to the city's sleepy heartbeat. I passed the Serpentine, its waters still and mirror-like, reflecting the pastel sky as if to include every witness this grand maste Chelsea slowly stirred and woke up with a refined and elongated stretch, its streets a catalogue of elegance and whispered wealth. Here, at Amar Café, they brew a cup of coffee strong enough to slap the sleep from your eyes and soft enough to kiss your senses awake. #writer #story The espresso machine hissed like a waking dragon in the soft light of morning in this local haunt that's as much of a pit stop as it is a crossroads for dreamers. #writer #Storyteller #Travel #Traveler I walked through the strikingly empty dawn streets, a hungry ghost, haunting the cobblestoned artery-veins of this grand old dame, fueled by the restlessness and the insatiable need to taste life in every corner of this magnificent ancient city. #writer #Storyteller #Travel #Lond The canals. The serpentine mirrors reflecting centuries of ambition, merchant history & artistry, once felt like endless arteries pumping the lifeblood of an immortal city. Now as I cross yet another quaint bridge I realize I've memorized their curves and countenance #writer #Tra Sipping the Amarone, savoring each bite of the cicchetti, leaning into conversations with my neighbors at the bar; many of whom only speak Italian, but it matters little, I felt a deep sense of contentment, of belonging and of sharing an evening experience with everyone around me The coffee, like everything else here, wasn’t just a caffeinated drink. It was a ritual, an anchor in the daily life of this thrumming capital. It was a moment of respite, a chance to watch the world go by, a world that seemed to be moving at a hundred miles an hour #writer #Stor
