Getting Lost Where?

Today Nathan and I decided to go to Izumi, which is the part of Sendai closest to us. Instead of taking the the straight-shot major road that runs right past my house we took the scenic route past nana-tsu mori. Unfortunately after a while it was starting to look like we had missed a turn, so we stopped at a 7-11 to ask directions. Although Nathan asked for directions to Izumi Park-Town, he got directions to Mt. Izumi, so we were still on the wrong path. We were so wrong that we ended up in...



Montana! Montana? Apparently so.

And we weren't the only ones confused about where we were or where we were from, because that Trans Am they had parked outside had a back license plate from Ontario and the front from California.

Turns out Montana is a little kitschy restaurant that serves "sparerib steak", "chili con carne" and "cowboy rice" along with a few other "American" dishes. Bad country music was playing from a speaker (I'm not dissing country music, this was particularly bad). There was also a small shop that sold some fair trade coffees and some trinkets. It was like Crossroads in downtown Bloomington, only much smaller and less cool.

Somehow my first trip to Montana occurred while I was in Japan. Ah, Japan...a magical place where rules of logic and apparently geography don't apply.