deep fried love

About a year ago, I went to Japan, in cahoots with the International Date Line to delay turning 30 by a few hours. Everywhere I went, someone was cooking takomaki in a small storefront. I finally caved and tried the roasted octopus balls, and ended up fleeing to a McDonald's. Now there's a takomaki joint in the East Village. Trust me, they're no better on this coast.