9 May 2010
Dinner in Shinjuku
Having spent the full day out and about, and needing to watch the formula 1 qualifying which I had stolen from the internet earlier in the day, tonights update is a short one.
I wandered around the local area for about an hour before settling on a place for dinner, which is explained in the pictures below.
I then went to UNI QLO intending to buy some new jeans. This ended in failure as they dont fit right, too loose around the waist whilst too tight in the croutch.
More interesting than that though, when you go into the changerooms you are supposed to take your shoes off. This is the first time I have had to take my shoes off so far in Japan, but of course I didnt know. I figured I would just take them off in the change room and stepped in. The girl supervising the process went crazy and sprayed the floor of the change room with some sort of spray!
I know no one except me likes the car pics. But this is the latest model Lamborghini. In a color I have never seen before, might be a custom order.
Its parked on the footpath with a million people squeezing to get past, brushing against it.
This is the inside of the restaurant where I had dinner. Given that I didnt take photos of anything else tonight apart from a blue car, there will be a few restaurant pictures.
I ordered the Cobb salad. This seemed to be one of 2 signature dishes of this establishment, and pretty much everyone there had one (or was sharing one between 10 people, I get the impression Japanese people dont eat vegetables much?).
The other signature dish was 'beef giblet bowl with offal for 2'. Hence I opted for the Salad, which has some unusual ingredients in it such as brocoli and squid, at least I hope its squid, it might have been beef offal.
I also got a pork bowl, which came with the standard raw egg cracked on the top. Under the pork is rice.
I ate all the salad which was pretty delicious, all of the pork, and not much of the rice.
This restaurant, like most around here, is actually in the basement. This poses some challenges, you have no idea whats going on downstairs, is there a line of 100 people? Are there any chairs or do you stand at a counter? This place also seemed to have no english name, just the Japanese characters above the door. Luckily an african boy was able to explain some of the menu items to me in broken english, or else I would have had the offal bowl for 2, which probably would have been deliciously chewy.