日本情人 (Part III)

Day five. Last of the first leg in Tokyo. Check out the arrays of truffles and desserts, and endless display of beauty. The Japanese are simply amazing at such fine art, period. Towering skyscrapers and more fantastic foodporn. I swear that Ichiran has got to be the best ramen ever. We had it a total of three times, and I don't even think it was enough. I bloody miss Ichiran the most right now.

日本情人 (Part II)

Day Three. Waking up at the brink of dawn was no joke. I truly swear the heavy eyebags kicked in from there onwards. So we awoke at 4 in the morning (intended at 3 but evidently all slept through) for the early doze of fresh sushi at Tsujiki. It took a great three hours of waiting in the rain and bitterly cold conditions to attain the holy grail of fresh seafood. I felt like I was gonna die, really. But thankfully, the sushi more than made up for the long wait (and come on, I can barely stand waiting for anything). The sushi was the best I've ever had. So fresh, so soooo good. Even for someone who can hardly tell the exquisite from mediocre, I knew this was good stuff. The rest was history.