As foreigners, and especially as foreigners with an interest in ‘deep’ Japanese culture, we get cut a lotta slack. We get to go to some of the weirdest, localest little places you can imagine, and people are by and large nice. Or better. Now that I mention it, they’re usually welcoming, interested, and friendly. It’s […]
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Rocking this town
It’s that time again, folks. Don’t expect any more Tokyo posts for a while, because the next two weeks are all about Pitman, NJ. And Cape May. And New York City. New York City? Git a rope.
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Wherein someone and I explore the delights of: Raw oysters. Fried oysters. Oyster ramen. Oyster curry. And that’s just the first meal. Pine trees. On islands. The $7 slice of cow tongue. Sweet mashed soybeans – because all those red-bean desserts just weren’t savory enough. Bathing outside in a blizzard. All in all, a great […]
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, Ikejiri Ohashi
Stop me if you’ve read this one before. Several years ago I saw a post by a foreign visitor that talked about a restaurant he’d visitied and how aMAZing it was. But, he said, the owner’s wife had asked him not to blog about it. Too secret. Too great. So he just posted a picture of […]
New York Bar, Park Hyatt, Shinjuku
Darkness envelopes me as I exit from the medicinally quiet stillness of the Oedo line’s City Hall terminus. This is a dead part of town at night, with no walkers and only the occasional filming session for a TV police procedural to break the womblike, tomblike silencium. Walking south along Shinjuku Central Park, the menacing […]
Kizushi, Monzennakacho (喜寿司)
Friday night, I turned down invitations from colleagues after work in order to meditate and prepare myself for Saturday. “I vant to be alone,” I thought, but a few seconds of research yields the information that, as usual, the famous quote isn’t really what Garbo said. Being in America for a few weeks, I hadn’t […]
Bernachon, Monzennakacho
I know what you’re thinking, or at least I know what I’d be thinking if I was in your shoes. Your empty, empty shoes, gradually coming to the crushing realization that this picture is two bars of Bernachon chocolate and a bag of Jacques Genin caramels, and they’re sitting on my dining table, not yours. […]