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"Inside a small confection shop on 10th Street between V and W, I watch Linda Nakatani deftly roll and flatten sticky glutinous rice, spread black bean paste with a small icing spatula, and shape still-warm, coffee-flavored mochi into neat rows; the family has run Osaka-ya since her parents bought it in April 1963, and more than 60 years later she and her two sons keep one of the last independently owned manju shops in Sacramento — and in all of California — alive by shaping thousands of traditional manju and mochi by hand every day. Clouds of sugar float in the air like fog, customers come for cool Japanese-style shave ice topped with sweet red beans or mochi at the walk-up window, and the shop stands as one of the few remaining ties to the neighborhood’s former Japantown bustle." - Lauren Saria