The Randomness Continues
There’s so much to see in Tokyo that in seven days you can’t even scratch the surface, let alone accurately blog about it. Our approach to Tokyo has been very anti-Brel: long days of walking and exploring while trying to absorb as much cultcha as possible. From temples and shrines, to the shopping meccas of Aoyama and Ginza to the goth freaks of teenage Harajuku, and the plastic food shops of Kappabashi, we covered quite a bit.
Our food experiences in Tokyo have truly demonstrated the opposite extremes of our palates. Thankfully, as Mel so eloquently put it the first week we were dating, “good thing we each have separate mouths.” When all was said and done, in between all the food anxiety I did develop a taste for a few Japanese delicacies:
• Yaki-onigiri (fun balls of rice)
• Tempura (let’s face it, if you deep fry it, I’ll eat it)
• Shabu shabu (not just because we like saying it)
• Yaki-soba and ramen (can’t go wrong with noodles)
• Teppanyaki (even without the juggling chef and erupting onion volcanoes of the western version)
• Yakitori (but not the random parts)
• Gyoza (bundles of happiness…not sure what was inside but they were good)
And of course, Brendan’s favourites:
• Sushi (ideally of the revolving variety)
• Sashimi (slices of raw stuff)
• Tako-yaki (squid balls of disgustingness)
• Unagi-don (eel, ideally eaten for breakfast at the airport)
• Squid tentacles, grilled chicken cartilage and skin, fermented soybeans, little river shrimp (eaten whole, shell and all) with more legs and antennae than shrimp
• Pretty much anything else on the menu. The more random the better
Tags: Japan, Travel
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