Tokyo at night is... exhilarating. There are flashing lights and sounds everywhere, hundreds of people cross at giant "scrambles" or crosswalks that don't just go across each street but also cross in an X in the middle, so at one turn, all the cars stop and all the people start scrambling in every direction. We were staying in Ginza, which is one of the ritzy shopping districts with Channel and Gucci that looks much like any city.
But beneath the elevated train that runs through the middle of downtown is a winding alley of hundreds of tiny restaurants. It is dark, smoky, and loud but filled with tantalizing smells of barbeque, fried dumplings, and steaming miso. The store fronts have their meals displayed in perfect plastic replica, so all you have to do is point. And inside are masses of black-suited businessmen, ending their workday with a meal after emerging from the subway.
Dr. G and I ate at one of these places last Friday night, a barbeque joint serving up meat on a stick like an assembly line. It looked and smelled delicious, but my heart yearned for the raw selections on the other side of menu. So I finally had my first meal of SUSHI!!!!
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