"I don't eat cold meat," the girl claimed. They picked their way through lunch whilst Wei and I happily ate deep fried lotus, salted chicken, grilled fish and the side salad.
They were missing out big time. Not only on lunch but of experiencing a big part of Japan's culture. On a daily basis we would eat onigiri, drink miso, have numerous cups of matcha and eat dessert pocky.
My favourite meal in Tokyo was at a place called Toringen in Akasaka. The restaurant didn't have an English menu so we ordered with a bit of help from an English-speaking waiter.
We wanted to try yakitori so we ordered chicken and beef sticks. The waiter asked how many and I said four, but really I should've said eight. Four meant four sticks in total, not four of each...Oops. The yakitori came out with a dipping sauce and was divine!
The chef at work
We also ordered a Japanese style salad with bonito flakes. I didn't realise what the flakes were - dried fish shaved ever so thinly that it was almost like the skin of an onion.
Wei and I were considering dessert when we were delivered a plate of beef. Surprise dish! This was the most succulent, melt in your mouth wagyu beef. Fatty? Yes. But it was absolutely amazing.
All up it was only 3400 yen, not bad to escape a rainy Tuesday night in Tokyo.
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