Honey Toast and Good Times

This weekend about 45 of us went to a beautiful little beach town called Amakusa. We swarmed en mass into our local Justco Supermarket (maybe trying to be Cosco?) and were greeted by the shocked stares of the local Japanese population who were unused to this herd of foreignness. We stayed in cabins and had a wonderful time with a DJ and lots of meat and bread. In the middle of the night, we had an impromptu bread festival to celebrate the Japanese belief that all English-speakers love bread. I woke up with a numb chin and good memories. I won’t elaborate here, as I’m sure you get the picture.
The next day, we went to see the Iron Man movie and I had the greatest dessert ever called Honey Toast. It’s the new love of my life. It’s half a LOAF (That`s right freaking HUGE) of Texas toast that has Japanese honey (which is less sweet and thick than American honey – more like a syrup) and ice cream. Together! Umm… When the waiter asked us if we would like more honey on our toast,, we said YES! Hell yes! He came back with a bottle and asked us to say stop when we wanted him to stop. THEN, he started singing

Boom Boom Boom Hachi Gato Boom. Boom Boom Boom Hachi Gato Boom. Boom Boom Boom Hachi Gato Boom.

By the time he got to the third stanza of this strange song, we realized that our bread was soaked in honey and said stop. We were so shocked that we just let him sing and sing. We had no idea what he was saying but it sounded cool. I tried to sing it to my teachers the next day and they thought it was great. The said it meant
Buzz Buzz Buzz, Flying Honey Bee. Buzz Buzz Buzz, Flying Honey Bee.
Apparently that dessert is famous in this area AND it comes with that song every time. WOW dessert AND a song, two things for the price of one; I’ll take it!
Forget cake, I want Honey Toast for my birthday and I especially someone to sing that song!