Monday November 28, 5:18 p.m.

The past 3 days have shown an uptick in local feasting. A number of my soon-to-be former students have paid culinary tribute to me. Well, actually, my first host was never a student but an acquaintance I made thanks to Shard all the way back in the early 90s in Toronto. I've mentioned him before....The Acupuncturist. Yep, he's riding fine in this depressed economy. Everyone is majorly stressed out so he's raking the yen in to cure them of their physical and mental woes. As for me, he took me out to this restaurant on the very outskirts of East Shinjuku. In fact, the place was just so quiet. That kanji you see on the lantern is the name: Genkai. And it specializes in chicken hot pot (mizutaki).


The Acupuncturist and I started out with some very tasty and savory chicken broth taken from the boiling pot on the burner. The waitress supplied us with a small bottle of chopped onions which we spooned into our cups. We were drinking the stuff all throughout dinner....it was that good. Worked well on a cold Friday night.

The next course was what was accompanying the broth, and that was actual boiled chicken. The sauce was ponzu....soy sauce with a citrusy tang.

Of course, not everything was chicken. There were the grilled veggies. Gotta have the fiber along with the protein, doncha know?

Then there was chicken nanban. It's basically fried chicken coated in a tangy Southeast Asian sauce and topped off with some shaved onions. This is something that is often sold in the Japanese equivalent of a deli in the local supermarkets, but there's nothing like piping hot, freshly made stuff.

And the finish...or the o-shime....was of course, zosui, or a zesty rice stew consisting of rice cooking in a chicken broth. Traditionally a whole egg is added to the mix to thicken it. And of course, the ubiquitious chopped onions come into play as well. Another hit dish. We also threw in some pickles in there to give it a bit of variety in the taste-and-texture department.

And of course, there is dessert. In this case, it was purin....or custard with a bit of syrup....something nice and sweet to counterbalance all that umami.

If I had been writing this on Saturday, I would've said that that was the best meal I'd ever had in Japan but after that I had a couple of more dinners in as many days which pretty much matched it.

As for my friend, The Acupuncturist, he's been quite the Renaissance Man. He's been doing volume business as a masseur-for-hire...and he's got quite the clientele: kabuki actors and Bjork. And he's training the next generation of acupuncturists and masseurs/masseuses. But that's not all. He also told me that he's gotten 2 black belts in judo and one other martial art, and he's now moving to become a boxing promoter and manager in Las Vegas. But he told me that he's probably got 10 more years in him before he decides to hang up his kneading hands. Just cannot maintain his abilities beyond that before he peters out.

In any case, that was just Feast 1 of 3.

Friday November 25, 9:39 a.m.

Spending another 8-hour session at the I-Cafe since my lone student, Swank, decided to cancel once more. I'm supposed to be meeting The Acupuncturist later this evening for dinner in Azabu-Juban (I hope he IS treating....I cannot afford the prices there). The Acupuncturist is an interesting fellow...whereas even with my closest friends, I see them perhaps once a month, I only see him once every 2~3 years...and yet on hearing of my departure from Japan, he wanted to see me for dinner. As his moniker states, he is indeed a trained acupuncturist who has plied his trade in Toronto and Tokyo. In fact, he once told me that one of his clients was a famous kabuki actor who had been in some hot water last year due to his wayward son. He even gave me a souvenir needle....which I later accidentally punctured my finger with when I was reaching for something in my bag; it did give me this rather odd electric sensation in my index.

Yesterday, I was supposed to have 3 lessons in what was another one of those all-day, all-cafe days. I met The New Yorker at our usual haunt of Shinjuku Starbucks....probably our very last session. She didn't seem too enthused about having one more lesson since she kinda demured when I asked her about it...which is fine with me since we have finished the textbook. Then I was off to the Tameike-Sanno Tully's to see both The Godfather and The Carolinan. The former was no problem; he came like clockwork and we had a discussion on all things American and political. However, when it came to the Carolinan, there was a bit of a snafu. Usually, I teach her at Speedy's and occasionally at the Shinjuku Starbucks but because of The Godfather's request for a 5 p.m., I had decided to ask The Carolinan if she could come down to Tameike-Sanno Station since she's always at 6:30, and she assented. Well, Tameike-Sanno is a pretty wide station so I went down to the gates to look out for her and waited for 10 minutes but she didn't show up. As usual, I started worrying that I may have kerfuffled my instructions or that she may have ended up at Speedy's due to force of habit. In any case, I phoned her cell, and she finally managed to whisper in a rather tense and haggard way that she couldn't make it down due to problems at work. She sent an e-mail of apology this morning and I'll see her and her sister next Tuesday for a farewell dinner in Ebisu. The Carolinan is still scheduled for one more lesson on the 1st.

Friday November 25, 9:32 a.m.

Currently with all of the corporate malfeasances taking place in Japan such as the scandals involving TEPCO and Olympus, it's nice to find out that good service and responsibility can still exist in this country.

Case in point, last Saturday, as I may have mentioned, I had ordered a Giga Meat pizza (yes, dieticians, it is as bad as you think) from Domino's which took about 90 minutes to get to my place. Now, I didn't make a huge fuss about it since the weather was absolutely horrible out there with the rains coming down in an animal shelter's worth of dogs and cats. In fact, I even wondered if I'd made an error by risking some poor delivery boy's life by having him rush around in his scooter in the maelstrom. When the guy finally arrived, he looked rather pathetic and bedraggled so I didn't take him to task at all.

Well, last night, I got a letter from Domino's with a profuse letter of apology for the delay (the order taker on the phone had promised the pizza there within 50 minutes), and a 1,000-yen coupon...for something that really wasn't a mistake. I may just try for that one last pizza before I head home.

Friday November 25, 9:15 a.m.

On the holiday Wednesday, I met up with The Bohemian in Naka-Meguro, which is one of the minor commercial hubs in Tokyo and the location of the Speedy kids' school. The Bohemian had found this place called "Konan Gyougou" (just slips off the tongue, doesn't it?....try saying that 3 times fast) off the main strip. Of course, being perpetually unemployed meant that he was gonna make use of Groupon and the all-you-can-drink option.


We had a course meal in which, due to the 62% off deal with Groupon, meant that we only had to pay just 1890 yen. Not too bad....but half of the 6 courses were gyoza. I like my gyoza but a little more variety would've been nice. Then again, the chefs probably saw us as cheapskates anyways. Anyways, this is the classic gyoza here...the crescent-shaped dumpling of pork, garlic and minced onions.

This was the second plate of gyoza: flatter and longer.

And for the last round of dumplings, we got the second's hippie cousin.

Of course, ma bo do fu was part of the bargain. I would've loved some rice with it, though.

Now, this is something I haven't ever seen in Toronto's Chinatowns but it seems to be a common dish here in Tokyo; ankake fried rice. The ankake part refers to the thick sauce that's poured over the cha han. There was some hint of shark's fin in the mix. It's a tasty dish but a bit bizarre to me to have something that's usually served fluffy and dry covered with something so cloying.

Of course, The Bohemian was guzzling down the beer and a glass of sho ko shu with abandon while my one glass of the brewski was enough to light up my face for a couple of hours. After that it was the cassis orange (a very popular cocktail with the ladies [yup, go ahead and chortle away]) followed by with some oolong tea. We went into discussion about my move home...and did some good advice such as making sure I didn't go above 30 kg when packing the boxes and checking with the Canadian Embassy for a second opinion about all the forms concerning bringing mass quantities home. He was a lot more laid back about my exodus than he was when I unloaded the bombshell on him back in September. Still, I'm glad that The Hawaiian was able to get him a potential new friend who's studying here.

The last thing about Konan Gyougou is that I can see why they were more than happy to send out the Groupon options. There wasn't a whole lot of activity in the restaurant during our 3.5 hours there although it was a holiday. Being located on a very quiet side street in a usually busy section of town doesn't bode well for it.

Thursday November 22, 8:09 p.m.

Well, finished my lessons with The Magician and The Kimono Nurse tonight. Yep, pretty loosey-goosey. And I've told them of my departure. The Magician took it pretty well (and reserved her next lesson within the next couple of weeks...pretty unusual for her), but I think The Kimono Nurse may have a slight bone to pick with the bossman. She got a bit pouty that he hadn't informed her about my departure when she decided to renew her current contract. Well, that's the business end of things for you.

In any case, I'm about to head home. I've given in my Net application form to the recycling and disposal firm of Dustman so that they can come over to the apartment and basically take away every stitch of furniture that's remaining in my home sometime within the last couple of days before I head on back.

Tomorrow is a national holiday, the last one that I'll probably ever experience as a resident in this country. It's Labour Thanksgiving Day...no particularly significant meaning for most of the population who'll see this as an excuse to sleep as much as 7 hours. For any ex-pat Americans, it's time for Thanksgiving Day and turkey, so probably a lot of the Americo-centric restaurants such as Hard Rock Cafe and The Outback will be serving the big bird specials. However, I won't be following that path since I'll be meeting The Bohemian for dinner in Naka-Meguro. It'll be Chinese but perhaps they may have some chicken in the cold plate.

Tuesday November 22, 4:19 p.m.

Tried out that Kaoru Sudo album, "Drops", last night on the old Discman. As I mentioned yesterday, Sudo is kinda like one of those pop singers who didn't quite make it big but still managed to get a small following over the years. Mr. Swank opined that Sudo is that Mariya Takeuchi wannabe who didn't quite have the same level of talent but had parents with deep pockets to keep the promotion going.

Well, I managed to listen to half of it before I nodded off in bed, but I don't consider that a failing grade. It would take an amazing album to keep me awake in the dark while listening to music. Only a Ringo Shiina disc has been able to do that. From what I've heard so far, Sudo's music comes off with that typical Japanese City Pop sheen a la Tatsuro Yamashita, and her voice sounds a bit like a higher-pitched Mariko Takahashi who was also making waves during the 80s. The reason I was interested in this album was basically because of the cover design which strikes me as being a bit Art Deco-ish. And I do have one of her later releases which came off as promising. So I'll have to give it another go tonight.

Tuesday November 22, 4:09 p.m.

Just waiting for The Magician to show up...probably for her final lesson with me.

Ahhh...the taste of a good corned beef hash. I had some of those mashed potatoes left over from the weekend so I decided to whip up a mess of them with a tin of corned beef from the supermarket. Now, I think most of you who are reading this blog are from countries where CBH is available but for that lone person from Columbia, let me elucidate. Corned beef hash is basically a hearty mix of corned beef, potatoes and chopped onions fried up in a pan, and it's usually seen as breakfast fare. I didn't bother getting the onion since I wasn't really willing to buy a whole onion for something that only requires just a tenth of a bulb.

Now, corned beef hash isn't all that common, even in Tokyo...at least not yet. I only came across it during our trip to the local Eggs N' Things last month in Omotesando. Basically, when I wanted to get CBH, I had to rely on my annual trips back to Toronto to The Sunset Grill. However, perhaps the hotel breakfast buffets will gradually get onto the bandwagon and start whipping up that mixture for the locals to discover and enjoy. Maybe it isn't the healthiest item on the menu, but boy, is it great comfort food!

For me, the best thing to do when making up a mess of CBH is to press it down on the hot pan with a spatula to get that crisp, burnt look. The exterior will have that nice crunch while the inside is tender and meaty. Kinda like how the Koreans cook up bibimpap.

Tuesday November 22, 2:18 p.m.

Yup, "Space: 1999" is back on the airwaves via Super Drama TV! on cable. This show is pretty much in my category of TV shows that aren't quite as good as I remembered them. Back in the early 70s, I was an ardent viewer of Commander Koenig and the stalwart crew of Moonbase Alpha throughout their travails through the universe. I'd thought that the special effects were absolutely top-notch, reminding me of "2001: A Space Odyssey" (remember the show happened some years before "Star Wars" blew everyone out of the water), and that whacked-out opening credits sequence with the prog rock theme. And I always loved the Eagles...even bought the original transporter and the emergency Eagles (the latter had those red stripes in the center module). I used to doodle pictures of them in my drawing pad.

However, the decades have passed. MB and I once took a look at one episode...and we just went "Oh my goodness! We actually loved THAT?!" Yup, unfortunately the years have not only lent us maturity but also the curse of what constitutes good taste. There are still a couple of decent episodes out there such as pilot "Breakaway" and "Black Sun", but a lot of the others are guilty of horrifying science and some pretty uneven acting. As I've always said about Martin Landau...and I know he's a well-respected character actor with one Oscar under his belt, and I do like him...he has to be well directed.

Of the two seasons, I've always preferred the first season. I can see the warts-and-all but there were at least attempts to pull off some decent episodes, although one of the biggest gripes about it was that there was very little in the way of a sense of humour (mind you, I guess if I were trapped on a dead former satellite careering through space, I wouldn't exactly be whistling while I worked either). Season 2, with Maya the Metamorph, decided to go into the "Star Trek" vein of things, thanks to Fred Freiberger (strangely enough, the producer for the final season of that other sci-fi show), but I wouldn't even consider that "too little, too late". It was just a bad move to graft that sort of American sci-fi onto a very British series.

Monday November 21, 7:18 p.m.

After Mr. Matsumoto had finished taking off my satellite dish, I caught something on NHK which turned out to be a rerun of the Yellow Magic Orchestra's concert at NHK Hall some months ago.

Being a fan of the legendary technopop band from way back, it was somewhat amusing to see that the trio of Sakamoto, Hosono and Takahashi has been mellowing out in their old age. In fact, they even decided to play out a skit of them just bantering dressed as oyaji kitted out in yukata as if they were at a hot spring in Hakone. Back in the 70s and 80s, the group had taken on that cool but distant look.

Of course, there were their hits such as "Rydeen" and "Absolute Ego Dance" to enjoy. But instead of the pure techno, the guys were dressed like Okinawan bandmates and there was a bit of the folk in their new arrangements. Considering that Okinawa has the oldest and probably mellowest prefectural populace within a rapidly aging country, the message wasn't lost on me or the audience there. Makes me want to put on one of their old discs.

Found out the mystery behind The Kimono Nurse's no-show last week. It seems like the bossman pulled another boner and had forgotten to send the confirmation notice to her for her next lesson....the lesson that never happened. I'm not too miffed since I still got paid, and the student will get a freebie for her next lesson which will be tomorrow night after The Magician's lesson. I have to inform both that I will be leaving in 3 weeks.

Monday November 21, 6:31 p.m.

Just that vending machine outside of Cozy's office selling 80-yen drinks...which is an absolute steal in this city of 120-yen drinks. Mind you, there are no brand names like Coke or Pepsi in the machine here.

It's back to cold again in The Big Sushi after a weekend of very balmy 25-degree temperatures. In fact, we may end up having 5-degree lows from tomorrow. I can only imagine the number of folks with colds will skyrocket by the end of the week.

After Cozy's lesson, I spent about an hour at the local Veloce cafe before hitting Jimbocho to take a look at Tacto, my favourite old CD store in the bookstore area. I ended up buying a disc by Kaoru Sudo, kind of a second-string New Music singer in the early 80s. Mr. Swank told me today that she was a Yuming or Mariya Takeuchi wannabe who didn't quite have the same level of singing talent that the other had, but thanks to rich parents, the production company kept getting the cash flow to keep her career float. Not exactly a ringing endorsement but I'll give her a shot.

Stopped off at Speedy's before teaching Mr. Swank at his company. Well, truthfully, it was more chatting up a storm than actual education. The two of us just love to talk Trek and we even got into theme songs of beloved American TV classics so "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." and "Combat" got the shout-out. If only all of my students were so plugged into American pop culture.

I've just got Kirk tonight since Miss Genki is off. I just realized after having seen a scene from Albert Finney's take on Hercule Poirot in "The Orient Express" last night, that Kirk reminds me a lot of Anthony Perkins who was one of the other cast members in the mystery. Of course, Perkins was immortalized (cursed?) in Hitchcock's "Psycho". Not to cast aspersions on my student, but his appearance and somewhat quirky delivery had me thinking there.

Looks like the number of farewell dinners and the like are continuing to grow. The Godfather has asked me to keep the 6th aside for a final drink and the former staff from Speedy's (AK, Ray and Miss London) are planning to take me out for coffee on the 4th. Plus, Shard's acupuncturist buddy has even asked me for a bite out...and I only see him once every few years.

Monday November 21, 6:25 p.m.

On Friday afternoon, the Nippon Express guy arrived at my place to take a once-over of the goods that I wanted shipped. I'd thought that he would be staying for about an hour, but actually Mr. Yamazaki basically got everything done within 15 minutes. He didn't give me a price quote but he told me the volume would be about 1.27 cubic metres.

That gave me some pause since as you and I can see, it certainly doesn't look like 1.27 cubic metres....more like 3 cubic metres. But I guess with efficient packing, miracles can be achieved. And if it had to happen anywhere, I would guess Japan is the master at space efficiency. The problem is, though, I'm not. In any case, I've sent the sales representative at Nippon Express an inquiry about how much 1.27 cubic metres will cost.

Monday November 21, 6:13 p.m.

It was an interesting Sunday. That English-speaking handyman showed up about a half-hour late but only because the traffic surrounding Tokyo Disneyland was pretty fierce. I met him halfway down the stairs and just greeted him in English, and he answered in fluent Australian-accented English. I'd thought the guy had spent time in America, but actually he had spent 20 years in Sydney and Hong Kong before coming back home. I can relate to that since in a cumulative sense, I've spent nearly that much here. His work area is usually in the west area of Tokyo and even Yokohama, so I was pretty grateful that he could make it out all the way to Chiba. I'm sure he was pretty grateful in getting 20,000 yen from me.

He only stuck around pretty briefly although we had a good amiable conversation. He first tackled the rusted screwplate holding down my dish with the Japanese equivalent of WD-40 but realized that it would take no less than, in his words, the GRINDER. So he brought out the circular saw and just had at it. In about a minute, he had the plate off in pieces and after several years, my dish was now officially out of action. Plus, he also took a long-dead stereo component system, VCR, stereo speakers and that wooden mattress frame that The Maiden had given me years ago.

For years, I'd always heard about the local benri-ya san, literally translated as "Man of Convenience", being somewhat of a hit-or-miss deal; some have been rumored to have organized crime ties which made me feel rather skittish. And so when I came across Mr. Matsumoto in METROPOLIS Magazine, there was a hope that I could get a good deal for money, and sure enough, I did. Not exactly cheap but if any of my foreign friends here need help, I know who I could recommend. And he did say that most of his clients now were foreigners.

Thursday November 17, 9:29 p.m.

Well, I would like to thank all of you for looking in on my motley little blog, especially those of you from Russia and America. I'm not at all writing anything on anime or manga or J-Pop, at least not in any great quantity, but apparently there's something about Japan you like.

In any case, I had my 2nd and last lesson with Mrs. Thursday tonight. I was quite fortunate today in that I had my gabbiest students with her and The German earlier...I made the mistake of misidentifying her as The Nurse in my earlier entry, although she is indeed a nurse. I ended up talking with Mrs. Thursday without a text for about 75 minutes....again much of it was on television, especially on "NCIS". I also informed her about my departure which got the usual "Ehhhhhhhhhhh?!" exhortation of shock. Still, I reassured her that we still have one or two lessons left to talk on the travails of American TV.

Got the word from Swank that she's cancelling tomorrow's lesson due to an emergency errand so I've only got The Bass tomorrow morning which means that I can have more time to peruse the Nippon Express notes and clean up the house before the sales reps arrive. I think I should make some coffee and get some donuts.

Thursday November 17, 7:47 p.m.

Had The Nurse earlier this evening. It was another text-free gab fest from start to finish. She's always dumbfounded when she discovers that another 60~65 minutes went by as fast as warp speed. And she was further shocked to find out that these talks will be coming to an end in a month. But she took the news well as "C'est la vie".

I've been going over the Nippon Express forms and explanations with a fairly fine-toothed comb. I've never been a huge fan of paperwork and just going through this gets an uncomfortably tingly sensation down my back. I remember coming back from my first tour of duty in Gunma 20 years ago and when my Dad came with me to pick up the rather huge package from a Canada Post depot in Mississauga. He's definitely no lover of red tape and got rather testy with the clerk when there was a holdup in the processing. Just glad that he probably won't be in much of a condition to accompany this time to pick up a much larger package from Japan. And I've got a feeling that Nippon Express will handle this a bit better.

Thursday November 17, 6:44 p.m.

Ah...finally something to talk about on my JPop forum. Ever since I joined it several months ago, there have been a lot of starts and stops in the conversation...though, admittedly talking about kayo kyoku of the 70s and 80s will never garner that much interest. But today, there was a couple of nibbles...about this young lady (well, back in 1980), Mariya Takeuchi. I've written about her in previous entries as well as post up a few of her album pictures. One fan was wondering whether female Japanese singers in their 50s would still draw in the fans. One respondent and I agreed that Takeuchi would be the likeliest choice although Miyuki Nakajima and Yumi Matsutoya wouldn't be too far behind.

I've said that Takeuchi started out her career by acting as the Japanese version of Connie Francis with her 50s-style pop tunes. However, over the past 20 years or so, she's been contemporizing her music with up-to-date arrangements of ballads, but I'm not talking about Beyonce or Mariah Carey here. She would still be considered very AOR in the Americas. Mariya has that velvety voice which lends herself well to languid romantic ballads. However, with Xmas just around the corner, we'll be soon greeting her now-annual treatment of "Suteki na Holiday" (A Wonderful Holiday) on KFC commercials all over Japan. Yep, this country seems to be the only one in which families would actually cheer Daddy if he brought over a bucket of the Colonel on December 25 for dinner (I'm pretty sure Daddy would be sleeping in Rover's house back Stateside if a similar situation would occur). This song is probably the most evocative of a Norman Rockwell Xmas in terms of arrangement; I mean, this is a tune that would never be composed except in a very tongue-in-cheek sense in the States. Only in Japan. When you hear this song, you would expect to see one of those old Rankin/Bass cartoons to accompany it. But that's what I love about the old J-Pop sometimes...this ability by Japanese songwriters to give their alien but sentimental twist to Western music.

Thursday November 17, 4:24 p.m.

That is the logo of the company whose representatives will be visiting my 30 sq. m. hovel tomorrow evening. It is indeed Nippon Express. I've been in contact with one of their sales representatives indirectly recommended by The Carolinan and she's gonna be sending a two-person team to scout out my stuff in my living room. I'm just wondering how they would react to a thousand CDs, a couple of dozen DVDs and several books including half of the collection of "The Complete Peanuts"? Can you say "otaku"? In any case, I'm gonna keep my emotions fully in check when the price is blurted out tomorrow. The representative said that they would send everything "door-to-door" which makes it a whole lot more convenient for me but I'm just gonna wonder how far into nosebleed territory the cost is gonna go. In any case, the rep sent over a bulky package of notes for me to peruse before I meet her team. I'll probably be spending the two hours between The Nurse and Mrs. Thursday studying and jotting down questions while I take a good hard read. And as for the two students, I'll be informing them of my departure tonight.

Apparently while I was the lone occupant in Speedy's yesterday, there was quite an incident down near JR Chiba. A senior citizen had taken the driver and one female passenger hostage in a bus for a little over an hour before he was rather easily brought down by the cops. According to him, he had a bit of a beef with the cops for which he felt that pulling such a stunt was the only way to get their attention. Well, he's got their attention....and a straitjacket now.

Wednesday November 16, 7:30 p.m.

Well, the Kimono Nurse was a no-show. She was supposed to have her lesson at 2 p.m. today but never arrived and Ms. Schmooze's attempts to ring her up were unsuccessful. She was on her final lesson on her current contract, which rang up alert signals in my brain. Usually if a student lets a final lesson go like that, it often means that's the last we've seen of her. Ms. Schmooze has alerted Speedy about the situation, and I'm sure he wasn't too happy. But in any case, if she has truly flown the coop, then that's one less student I have to break the bad news to.

So, I'm basically waiting for my first student who will be Kirk. 001 had to cancel tonight. And then, The Businesswoman will be in for her lesson at 9 p.m. I will have to tell her about my departure.

Wednesday November 16, 7:23 p.m.

I decided to walk on that Sunday from Shibuya to Shinjuku on my way to meet up with Skippy for the movie. As usual, there were the unusual people to see. But strangely enough, there weren't the Harajuku freaks for some reason...at least not in any congregation. There were some individual garishly-dressed types scattered here and there but it seems like the party is over as it is in Akiba.
However, a new fixture on the bridge is that individual giving free hugs. I would've been glad to contribute but I was afraid the lass was gonna suddenly jack up the price.

Down near the entrance for Takeshita Avenue, just across from Harajuku Station, there was a Hello, Kitty type posing for pictures. A couple of Harajuku Girls were charmed enough to indulge the person.

And as usual for a weekend, Takeshita Avenue was packed to the gills with humanity...mostly under 20 years of age.

I was getting closer to Shinjuku when I came across this rather large figure who just so happens to be Mr. Hattori, the famed founder of a cooking school and the former panelist on "Iron Chef".

Apparently, his school was having an annual culture festival. I'm sure there were a few celebrities in attendance.

Wednesday November 16, 7:16 p.m.

Some more hilarity in Shibuya on Sunday. As I was crossing the street in front of Tower Records, this refitted van which kinda looked like The Popemobile (any guys looking in from The Vatican?) turned the corner blasting some heavy metal music. Well, it turned out to be the AniMetal USA truck with a bunch of KISS wannabes and the music just happened to be a metal version of the "Space Cruiser Yamato" theme song.


WORD!

Wednesday November 16, 2:55 p.m.

On Sunday, I met up with Skippy in Shinjuku for a movie outing. It was a skeleton crew Movie Gang since the others apparently got felled by a cold.
The two of us went to one of the older theatres, The Milano, and watched "Cowboys & Aliens", starring Indiana Jones and James Bond. Basically, it really just was about cowboys and aliens. Not a great movie by any means, but at least it'll be a trivia curiosity about which movie starred Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford. Part of the hype surrounding this flop flick was that Ford was supposed to be playing his first out-and-out bad guy, but it just turned out that despite some cackling over-the-top thespian villainy in the first third of the movie, he reverted back to his old rugged self. Basically, he was more an embittered, misunderstood cowboy who got his mojo back thanks to some extraterrestrials. And frankly that first part of the movie involving Daniel Craig and Paul Dano was pretty much lifted from that Patrick Stewart-directed cowboy episode from "The Next Generation" involving Worf and Data, which was a parody on some old John Wayne oaters.


Since we ended up as just a couple instead of the quartet, we ditched plans for Hooters and ended up at one of our ol' favorites for dinner, Moyan Cafe in West Shinjuku. It was a fairly chilly night for Tokyo so we were happy to get in some nice Japanese curry. Not surprisingly, there was a small lineup but the wait was only 10 minutes.











With Japanese curry, there are always condiments such as pickled greens and bean sprouts. But Moyan also has baked baby potatoes. Not sure why but these potates taste really good with just the right amount of salt boiled in and tender enough to just bite through them.

This was Skippy's order of Veggie Curry. One can order a variety of sizes and my dinner companion went for the 80% of regular bowl.

I, of course, just had to order the zenbu Curry. "Zenbu" means "all" so I guess it can be translated as "The Works" Curry. This is the regular size of plate at Moyan. We also choose our spice levels from 0 to 20. I went for a 5 which was plenty hot while Skippy had her Veggie at the relatively mild 3. I can't even imagine what a 20 is like...perhaps it may involve signing waiver documents. "The Works", by the way, consists of Beef, Chicken, Pork, Shrimp and Cheese and costs 1580 yen. The pork is definitely melt-in-your-mouth. At my very first visit there, I actually ordered for the Megaton plate which is a bigger plate...when I saw the mountain of rice and the ocean of curry, I knew that a doggie bag would be needed. I'm definitely more of the regular size now. I may even damp down my spice level next time (if there is a next time).