Sure. It's really breaded pork served with cabbage, rice and sauce. But its torture! Mommy and Daddy took me to Katsuhama. It's this little Japanese place on 47th street in Manhattan that does pretty much only Katsu. And they do it pretty well.
Sitting at the table, this plate of delicious croquettes was delivered in front of me. They smelled wonderful, and then ... I realized ... I COULDN'T EAT THEM!
Shortly after, two large plates of tomkatsu were delivered. They smelled wonderful and I had to endure watching mommy and daddy eat them. I could only sit there and fuss for a bit until they finished.
In any case, I'm going to make them take me back there the moment I have teeth. But as for the Tomkatsu, well, I got them back -- I kept them up *ALL* night!
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