Tonkatsu (Japanese Pork Cutlet)
The Katsu Nazi
Just outside the main gate of Yokosuka Naval Base, there was a little Tonkatsu shop. It was open on odd days and odd hours. The man who worked there was of the age that he could have fought in WWII. He had a very dour expression and acted as if he was being punished by God for some atrocity he had committed during the war: "For your sins, you shall make delicious tonkatsu for ungrateful American Servicemen forever!". And it was delicious. One day, Brian O'Neal and I took our wives there for lunch. They were tired of us talking about this place and wanted to experience for themselves what all the fuss was about. We sat at the bar waiting patiently when the Katsu Nazi came through the curtains and asked us for our orders. Brian and I ordered the specials, as did Sara. When Lida ordered the special, he announced in a surprisingly loud voice, "No special for you!". She tried again, but to no avail. He made her something else. Like Elaine Benes, she wasn't worthy of the sacred pork. She never came back.
Just outside the main gate of Yokosuka Naval Base, there was a little Tonkatsu shop. It was open on odd days and odd hours. The man who worked there was of the age that he could have fought in WWII. He had a very dour expression and acted as if he was being punished by God for some atrocity he had committed during the war: "For your sins, you shall make delicious tonkatsu for ungrateful American Servicemen forever!". And it was delicious. One day, Brian O'Neal and I took our wives there for lunch. They were tired of us talking about this place and wanted to experience for themselves what all the fuss was about. We sat at the bar waiting patiently when the Katsu Nazi came through the curtains and asked us for our orders. Brian and I ordered the specials, as did Sara. When Lida ordered the special, he announced in a surprisingly loud voice, "No special for you!". She tried again, but to no avail. He made her something else. Like Elaine Benes, she wasn't worthy of the sacred pork. She never came back.
Ingredients
The Meat
The Breading
The Serving
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Directions
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The Truth About Oil
One of the secrets of the Katsu Nazi was that he had two separate friers that were set to different temperatures. He also kept his oil cleaner than I keep my teeth. This dual temperature frying of pork was the key to his ability to make ridiculously good Tonkatsu. In reality, I rarely have time to do this two temperature technique because life is busy, people are hungry, and making dinner is a triumph in and of itself. So, I often just heat the oil to my desired temperature and cook it for 2 minutes on each side. It turns out great this way and everybody loves it and I don't go crazy sweating over the hot oil. Plus, deep frying in a pot on the stove freaks my out a bit and I keep all the kids clear since oil shooting around the kitchen terrifies me. In the end, however, if you are really prepared, set everything out, and move fast, dual frying is well within the realm of reality, it just requires that next level of effort.
One of the secrets of the Katsu Nazi was that he had two separate friers that were set to different temperatures. He also kept his oil cleaner than I keep my teeth. This dual temperature frying of pork was the key to his ability to make ridiculously good Tonkatsu. In reality, I rarely have time to do this two temperature technique because life is busy, people are hungry, and making dinner is a triumph in and of itself. So, I often just heat the oil to my desired temperature and cook it for 2 minutes on each side. It turns out great this way and everybody loves it and I don't go crazy sweating over the hot oil. Plus, deep frying in a pot on the stove freaks my out a bit and I keep all the kids clear since oil shooting around the kitchen terrifies me. In the end, however, if you are really prepared, set everything out, and move fast, dual frying is well within the realm of reality, it just requires that next level of effort.