Though we may be holding phallic shaped foods, we are not at the penis festival.  We are at Nagoya’s very own Domatsuri.  It’s a festival in which dance teams of 40 members choreograph dances and create the props and costumes to match it.  We didn’t get to see much, as it was totally packed.  We couldn’t get a spot to sit or stand anywhere.  

 

So, we resorted to the food.  I got a big cucumber, reminiscent of the “pickle-on-a-stick” from the Taste of Chicago and Tony got a big Yakitori stick of pork (or really pork fat) and leek.  The pickle-on-a-stick was better.