I love Tokyo at night. The bright lights. The flashing neon. The sights. The sounds. Throw in the time difference, a touch of jet lag, and you have an almost surreal experience Anthony Bourdain once likened to the sensation of dropping acid.
After wandering about for half an hour, looking for somewhere to eat, Akemi and I finally ended up at a modest little Korean restaurant. Pictured above: Akemi stares longingly at my hot plate.
Yatta! Her salad has arrived!
I ordered a hunk of beef. First, they rendered the fat, then they seared the outside of the meat. Every two minutes or so, a different staff member would stroll by and give it a flip. I left the cooking to the professionals.
And voila. Served with two different dipping sauce – and the option to sear it up a little more for a well-done consistency.
Wait! Don’t go in here! We’re going to Daikanyama instead!
I love the Daikanyama neighborhood because, on any given day, you’re likely to encounter about a dozen dogs out and about. Today was no different and, although we did run into another french bulldog, our trip so far has been disappointingly pug-free.
This little guy anxiously awaiting his mom.
After lunch at one of Sushi Sawada, we decided to check out Nakana Broadway. It was billed as a one-stop-shop for all my anime needs (as opposed to the more dispersed Akihabara neighborhood) and, while I did appreciate the four floors of fun, I still prefer Electric Town!
Considering a career as a Mexican wrestler? This place has you covered.
Kinniku (Muscle) Man!
Don’t recognize this guy from anything, but he was my favorite. Had a sort of rock ’em sock’ em robot feel.
Robotman. Of course.
Thor? Is that you?
Randomness, a little help here identifying?
And then there were the oodles of creepy dolls…
It’s like the eyes follow you.
Perfect for your haunted home.
The otaku Holy Grail – a mural art of over a hundred anime girls!
Finally, last night was dinner at Esquisse – another old favorite.
On the home front, sis reports that the dogs are doing fine but believes she has found the root of Lulu’s infrequent vomiting and gas. What at first we took to be the symptoms of a bad stomach is, my sister believes, is the result of her soft palate issues that cause her to breathe in water when she’s drinking. She recommends the surgery to address the issue. It’s something I’ll have to look into asap.
My poor gal.
And old boy.