The last supper in Tokyo

We decided to go for a little walk round the back streets of our neighbourhood and find somewhere to eat.  Tokyo is nice in that we always feel safe - shouldn't have said that.  I am tempting fate.  I said that in Malaysia and got my bag snatched!

Anyway, we decided on a little restaurant with a merry group at the back celebrating the end of the working day.  Do the Japanese never go home?  Turned out, the menu was in Japanese and there were no pictures.  Then, we spotted some on the wall, and ordered from the vague representations.  We also ordered sake to celebrate our last night.

The sake turned out to be cold. Bob had never had it before and decided it tasted like watery sherry. I drank lots of water with mine as I thought it was quite strong.

 

 

Then we got this:bean sprouts and mushrooms with a nice dressing.  This was on the house.

 

 

The pickles we ordered turned out to be cabbage with, I think, flaked bonito.  Also nice.

 

 

Next were beautifully fresh edamame, served very warm.

 

 

 

Next, our assorted grilled meats.  We were having trouble working out what cuts the were, and were giggling a lot as we tried to work it out.  Bob thought he recognised a sphincter.  However, we did recognise liver on one skewer.  They were delicious.  The lovely waiter came over and told us we had eaten pork.  Pork liver, pork trachea, pork stomach, pork diaphragm, and some other cut.  We complimented him and he looked rather relieved.  Think he thought we'd throw a tantrum.. Bob has been to Argentina so is used to innards, and I grew up on them, so no fuss. 

 

We had mistakenly ordered rice, but he had not delivered it, and we agreed with his decision.  Instead, Bob ordered another sake and waxed philosophical. 

 

 

We decided to order from another picture and had this.  Beautiful fresh cabbage with a wonderful seasoning.  A really nice last supper with a lovely waiter and a great chef.  We thanked them both as we wandered back home.

 

Then, at the door of the hotel, Bob decided we needed hot chocolate and we started walking, and walking and walking.  No one had any in any of the open cafes.  We did however pass lots of after-work, reeling, laughing, shouting parties in progress.  We finally gave up and bought a fruit tart at Daimaru as it was closing down.  Then, as we were coming back through the underground we found a Starbucks, and had chocolate there. 

 

When we found the way out of the underground we were lost.  Luckily, we had brought a map at the last minute, but none of the streets we came across were named on the map.  We found a landmark we recognised but couldn't agree which way we were facing.  By the time we got back, we weren't hungry any more.  Fruit tart for breakgfast tomorrow, I think!

 

And no, I don't think we got lost because of the sake.