We went to Chelmsford, the inamorata and I, to see Acid Mothers Temple (the greatest Japanese psychedelic trance band in the world, and therefore definitely in Chelmsford) at the Hot Box, a fabulous venue with a capacity of 90 people, in the railway arches by the railway station.
It did occur to us that we might eat some Japanese food before the gig but in the end we went to the Brew House and Kitchen and ate nachos and salt and pepper calamari. I don’t think makes us bad people.
Photo by Caroline Gannon
And the gig was all we wanted to it to be. This kind of thing.
And afterwards we rolled a few hundred yards from the gig to the budget hotel we’d booked into and slept the slept of the just, the transcendent, and the slightly deafened and beered-up.
But next day on the way home I spotted, actually within the railway station itself, the Ume Garden's Sushi and Bento,
and in the interests of completing the cultural experience, I bought a box of something named Rainbow Set (Nori, Rice, Vinegar, Salmon, Prawn, Tamago, Inari, California Roll, Prawn Avocado Roll, Cucumber) and took it home and had it for dinner. Looked like this, and tasted good enough.
Was it ‘authentic’? I suppose not altogether. But following Acid Mothers Temple on Facebook I see they often cook in their hotel room (not the same budget hotel that we were in, evidently) using a portable hot plate, and sometimes cooking rice in an electric kettle:
And sometimes apparently it’s necessary for them to put a tent over the whole thing, which I suppose is to stop the smoke alarm going off.
Ah, life on the road.
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