The mountains and rice fields are gorgeous, but there's not a whole ton of fun on offer here in my tiny town out in the inaka, but the one thing we did have was what I always called the Crazy Clown Horror Movie Motel Karaoke Place. I even mentioned it once. You would've had to have seen it to fully get it, maybe. It just looked like this creepy old motel where someone would die violently if it were a movie, and there was a strong clown motif woven into the colorful fabric of oddity and weirdness. While being walked to our karaoke room here once, I asked if the place used to be a motel
And then suddenly, it was gone.
The good news is that shortly after this sadness I found the joy of the log cabin with pasta and waffles (yah, I don't get it, either) in town. Now, if only they'd open a karaoke section.