8 November 2024
Extra creamy hamburg
Kanazawa station area
Somewhere above I typed something about Kanazawa having 3 main areas, last night I went to the main main one, I am staying in one and the station is the other main area. So tonight I went to check out what was going on in, under, over, and around the station.
When in a smaller city, it is important to remember that many old big department stores close early, even on a Friday night, the exception to that rule will be any that are attached to a big station, especially a bullet train station. Tonight proved this to be correct, the stores near my hotel closed at 8, where as the station stores close at 10.
That is all pretty matter of fact, so then I had the worst dinner of this trip to celebrate.
Tomorrow is peak tourism day. I will do everything tourists are supposed to do.
This is the Omicho market. Mostly closed at night of course, but there are a few raw fish restaurants inside, mostly with lines of people waiting to get in.
Underneath the main station is... the main station underground square. Really it is called that. Not much goes on down here. I could not even tell what the exhibition was for as the security guard was looking at me threateningly. There was also a free to play grand piano and the girl playing it was ridiculously good.
You saw the gate to the station this morning, here it is again at night. Now in all its blueness.
The escalators coming up from the underground main station square have the very dangerous flat bit in the middle where the steps go flat. The temptation is walk along the flat bit, but it is hard to judge when they will re-stepify, which will ultimately result in your untimely doom.
Behind the station, not much was going on. Along this street there were some temporary tents set up so I was about to go over and investigate when I saw that they are sponsored by bacardi, so at that point I knew I was not interested. That's how sponsorship works!
Dinner option number 1. I need some more hormones.
I decided to delay my hormone treatment and head up to the 6th floor of a department store instead. And they had at least 20 restaurants to choose from. Many had lines. I wanted okonomiyaki, but the line was huge. My choices came down to omurice or pasta.
Having already had omurice, I chose pasta. I chose wrong. What I got looked nothing like the picture. The picture was thinner pasta, a lot more mushrooms, no visible cream, and a grilled hamburg steak on top with grill lines. What I got was a boiled meatball floating in a heap of cream with a few strands of big thick pasta and almost no mushrooms. It tasted fine, but I left a sea of cream.
Now I will look up what time the garden opens and go to bed so that it can be morning as soon as possible and I can go to the amazing famous garden full of tourists.