All entrees come with some form of mantra invocation. Please specify whether you prefer nam- or namu- in your (O)daimoku.
Gongyo-free devotion marinated in okozui and "sacred formula." Showered with sparks struck from flint. Xylophone on the side.
Narrow strips of exclusivist orthodoxy accompanied by extremely rare ushitora gongyo. Wrapped in priestly robes, sprinkled with Sho Hondo dust.
American Independent Platter
Spit-roasted dissent, piled high with questions. Flavored with a subtle hint of bitters.
Tender, early sprouts of reform, cut down and hung out to dry. With whine vinaigrette.
Amulets smothered in mysticism, served on a mandala from our gift shop.
A mix of everything, changing daily. Please ask server for details. Comes with a commemorative Forever Sensei kool-aid shot glass.
Baked Kempon Hokke
Small portion of something. No one ever orders this. We're not sure what it is.
Half the calories and none of the fat of regular ice cream. Made from the milk of strictly practicing cows. Sorry, cannot be served to slanderers or nonbelievers.
Assorted Salty, Stinky Fish Candy
Like a lot of things, this represents Japanese culture more than the teachings of Nichiren Buddhism. But don't let that stop you from incorporating it into your practice. Yum.