Reflecting on the disappearance of handwritten menu boards at street food stalls
I used to love how each vendor's personality shone through their chalkboard scribbles, but now digital menus are everywhere. It leaves me pondering if this efficiency comes at the cost of that intimate, artisan feel. Specifically, in Kyoto, where old takoyaki stands had charming, misspelled English, now it's all uniform LED signs. I miss the tactile connection those boards provided to the cook's craft.