There are no grades A or B in food, nor are there first-class or third-class in humans. Everyone is the same. Near Higashi-Honganji Temple in Kyoto, in a diner run by the Kamogawa style, the father and daughter, Koishi, search for "flavors" of memories. The soba noodles eaten with her father at the ryokan, the curry rice her daughter made before getting married, the memories of her first love packed in yakisoba, the dumplings served at the home of the woman who betrayed her, the omelette rice served by her best friend's mother, the croquette she couldn't resist due to hunger. Touching warm memories awakened by food, the clients take a step toward tomorrow.


Chapter One: Buckwheat Noodles

For parents, children are always children no matter how old they get.

Chapter Two: Curry Rice

In humans, there are neither first class nor third class.

Chapter Three: Yakisoba

While we search for food, we don't search for people.

Chapter Four: Dumplings

The meal of forgiveness on the day forgiven for one's sins.

Chapter Five: Omelette Rice

Even though it was a favorite dish, it now induces nausea just by looking at it.

Chapter Six: Croquette

There is no early or late recognition of mistakes.