Shabu Pub makes an extravaganza of all you can eat.
Melissa Barnes
Shabu Pub makes an extravaganza of all you can eat.

Once the cabbage softened and the noodles turned slinky and stretchy, I began picking up slices of the meat and dipping them into the rich miso broth, where the meat shriveled and contracted, then melted on the tongue. A breeze coming through the open front door sent the cloud of soybean-scented steam across the table, haloing my face. I had expected solo shabu shabu to be a lonely meal, but the conversation between me and the pot never faltered. After an hour, I ladled out one last bowl of miso soup, twice as rich as when I first tasted it, and asked for the check.

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