"Popping open the can releases a distinct curry aroma, even if the insides don’t really look like it. Or taste like it: The liquid inside the can is very thin and the faux rice is completely bland. The miscellaneous bits of curry don’t have any distinguishing flavors. The ingredients include chicken, carrots, mushrooms and garlic but each spoonful tasted the same to me: tomato, tomato and tomato."

I don't know if I approve. Is it possible for Japan to create a curry so weird that even I would not eat it? Maybe.

Osaka's Nerd District Offers Curry Rice in Cans [Wired.com]

It's even crazier when you notice that Sone is such a small person. What the hell is wrong with her body, that the reflex we all have that tells us to stop eating is just shut off entirely?

Best part of the interplay between Sone and the hosts -- one of them asks what happens to the food, and she says, coquettishly talking around the subject, "It all... comes out the next day. You know... you know. Comes out. You know?"

"I... don't poop," says the host.

"Ah, you're an aidoru," she replies in between fistfuls of curry.

Natsuko "Gal" Sone Eats 9 kg of curry, noodles, rice [YouTube]