These people sure love their Pokemon. This was a big Pokemon store in the middle of their swanky mall. Notice how the picture looks like I shot it from my waist. That is because I was totally trying to hide the fact I was taking pictures in their store. By this point in the week I was tired of the funny looks every time I pulled out my phone.
This was my favorite sign of the week. For those of you who are viewing this on your iPhone, I'll read it for you: "Foodiun Bar. Quiteness---it is the summit of the clouds that can be seen at the bottom of the lake." Classic. Needless to say, this is my desktop image on my laptop now.
So on my last night there Justin, who I unfairly referred to as my tour guide in the previous post, took me to a more authentic place to eat. We met up with his girlfriend for the meal, but I try not to post other people's pictures without their permission, so I will focus on the food rather than them. It was cool. We sat down and there was a big round hole in the table. Then the little 5'2" waitress came out lugging a big iron pot of burning coals that fit right down into the hole. The menu consisted of individual plates of vegetables and different cuts of raw meat. I let Justin and Miho do the ordering. Anyway they brought out the raw meet, which we then cooked ourselves at the table. Near as I could tell they were ripping off the American backyard BBQ concept. (Yes, that was a joke.) Anyway, Justin did most of the cooking. So, just to impress my mother who threatened me with a mission to Japan my entire growing up years, here is a short list of what I ate: fried mushroom, fried onion, kimchi (sp?-- it is spicy pickled cabbage), cow's tongue, tofu, and rice. For the record I wouldn't have eaten any of that when I was younger. No, I didn't even like rice.
My hosts were kind enough to ask the waitress for a fork for the white guy, and after a couple of exchanges in Japanese they brought me out a fork. The only problem is that the only fork they had was a toddler's fork (pictured above.) My favorite features of the fork: Pretty pastel pictures of animals to look at when I got bored during my meal, extra large non-sharp tines so that when I slipped going for a chunk of cow-tongue I wouldn't impale myself.
Actually, I thought that the chopsticks were half the fun of the meal. I had practiced on and off throughout the week, but these were a real challenge because they were metal and especially slippery. In the end I mastered them, err, well, I got through the meal. Here is a picture of me showing off my chop-sticking skills. (Hint: When in doubt the shish-kabob maneuver is a great fall-back move with the chop-sticks.)
Since I spent a substantial amount of time on trains, I thought I would get a picture of one. Notice the spy-angle of my shot again. Yep, I casually took this shot with my phone while looking the other direction. I could have been James Bond, except I don't own a tux.
This is funny. That apartment building is mostly vacant (it turns out they are still in a recession, although it is hard to tell sometime.) Anyway, I hope that whoever thought up this trick with the lights got a bonus or something. Very creative.
MMmmm. I was waiting in the airport, enjoying a DP and decided to get one last shot of an American icon with a Japanese twist. Dr. Pepper with Japanese on it is cool, but over there it had Coca-Cola branding marks too. Weird.
Well, that was all I had from this trip. A lot of the other cool stuff I saw and learned about was military in nature, so I'm not sure how much I should comment on. Nothing secret of course, but being on a military base got me thinking a little more about national security. I did get to see an aircraft carrier though (from the street). Those things are crazy big. Anyway, I have a couple of make-up posts to do, and then I will have a posting about Okinawa.
Ciao.
Ciao, isn't that Italian? Like FRAGILE? Just kidding. Loved talking to you on the phone. Can't wait for Saturday.
ReplyDeletewow, i love reading your commentary. you are hilarious. i like the james bond thing, you could definitely be him, if only you had a tux. that fork cracked me up. i called all the kids i babysit in to laugh at it with me. classic. they seriously don't have an adult fork in the whole place?? awesome.
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