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About Sapporo

Favorite flick vibes kick in hard. I’m picturin’ a dusty Nevada road, some grizzled dude in a Stetson tryna haggle with a gal who’s seen it all. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” he asks her, all cryptic. She’s like, “Bruh, $200, non-negotiable.” I’m cacklin’—that’s the spirit! Dry, dark, no-BS humor. Makes me happy, seein’ folks keep it real. But then—boom—surprise! Some places, like Amsterdam, got it systematized. Red lights, tax forms, legit AF. Blew my mind—efficiency porn for a nerd like me.

The Burakumin (Hamlet people) & Yasu's hometown

Next, I head to the Yasu River. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this guy fishing. He’s got this massive catch, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just shrugs and says, “Patience.” Patience? I’ve got the attention span of a goldfish!

Toronto sushi bar Yasu is coming to Beverly Hills