A childhood memory: waking up wrapped in the aroma of the miso soup his grandmother made at dawn.“Dejiru is like the genes that bind a family,” she said with a laugh.Carrying those words in his heart, chef Toma Ashiichi spent ten years at a ryotei in Gion, Kyoto,and five years at a kappo in Ginza, single-mindedly pursuing “the drop that turns cloudy white.”Loosening the fibers of each ingredient, drawing out their nourishment, placing his soul upon them —when his own philosophy, which holds dejiru to be “the symbol of life,” at last took form,he resolved to open a restaurant of his own in Asakusa.The golden drops now trembling in the potare Ashiichi’s resolve itself: “never to flee into a virtual world, but to embrace reality.”