Your are born of flour and octopus bits. Born as a shapeless dollop, the woman keep prodding you, turning you and shaping you. You are so happy to have such a lovely mom. But just when your heart swells and you turn brown, the mom packs you in a box and off you go.
The takoyaki maker is one of the many Japanese businesses in my neighborhood. My neighborhood is probably one of the last remaining Japantown anywhere. I love such places where two or more worlds collide and function in a zen like balance. This is where I eat more Japanese food, speak more Japanese，and make more Japanese friends compared to Tokyo.
The Japantown is easy to find, the entrance is at 15B Le Thanh Ton. I will not recommend any places, rather I will encourage you to explore the alleys.