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Tokyo Is Huge, The Food Is Great, And The People Nice To A Fault Continued

After the show and before we did our view walk, we had lunch at the museum cafe. We chose The Forest Course, and it was one of the best meals I’ve ever had, definitely in the top ten. It started with an appetizer of rabbit, mushroom, and sweetbread terrine (shown below). That was followed by another appetizer and, in my case, a main course of roasted, branded pork. My roasted pork was especially good, replacing the sous vide pork chop I had at the Yellow Brix in Carlsbad, New Mexico.

Here is Michele’s take: “While I loved the mussel cream soup, I found the fish dish to be somewhat tasteless. It was not a fish I had heard of, but it was described as a firm white fish served Meunière style, which is how Black Sole is served in Ireland. What I got was not what I expected, no noticeable lemon or butter, and the fish itself was sort of tasteless. The puree of carrots with port underneath it, however, was wonderful and so flavorful that the fish just became a delivery system for that.”

After lunch, we went for an inside city-view walk, which just emphasized how big Tokyo is. It stretched to the horizon on three sides of the tower viewing walk. The amazing thing is how well the city works; there are no homeless people, everything is clean, there are cheap taxis everywhere, and there is lots of greenery and small temples.

Speaking of temples, across the street from our hotel is a small temple complex, the Toyokawa Inari Betsuin Temple, which is a mixture of both Buddhist and Shinto traditions. What I found most striking was the number of young people, especially young, sophisticated – maybe hip might be a better descriptor – women, who were making offerings and saying prayers.

For our anniversary dinner, we went to Kikunoi, a Michlin two-star restaurant that is billed as the best Kyoto-style restaurant in Tokyo. As a sort of an aside, the idea of a Kyoto-style restaurant in Tokyo seems weird, like a San Francisco-style restaurant in Los Angeles (what does that even mean?). It was different but hardly weird. It was the first time either of us had ever been to a Michlin two-star restaurant, and I was blown away! The theme was Kyoto in autumn – or, maybe just Japan in autumn, who knows – and the food was surprisingly simple with a lavish presentation.

The meal started with what the restaurant called a Sakizuke of poached turnip with walnut miso sauce and crushed walnuts. I like turnips a lot, but this was a new level of turnip goodness. About six courses in, we had Grilled barracuda sandwiched between cedar boards, shiitake mushrooms, champignon sauce, and citrus, the presentation of which Michele memorialized on her iPhone.

Somewhere near the end of the meal, we were served a small steak with Japanese pepper flowers. It was, hands down, the best steak I’ve ever had. It was cut into small squares so it could be eaten with chopsticks and then reassembled into its original shape without losing any of the glorious juices.

Our next stop is Nikko, but we plan on finishing our trip back in Tokyo.

 

 

We Are In Japan, But Jetlagged

The view from our window.

I love Tokyo. If I had to eat only in one city for the rest of my life, Tokyo would be it. Anthony Bourdain

Toyko is the perfect mix between tradition and modern culture. Kazuo Ishiguro

Here in Tokyo, they’re not just hard-working but almost violently cheerful. Down at the Peacock, the change flows like tap water. The women behind the registers bow to you, and I don’t mean that they lower their heads a little, the way you might if passing someone on the street. These cashiers press their hands together and bend from the waist. Then they say what sounds to me like, “We, the people of this store, worship you as we might a god.” David Sedaris

We left San Francisco at about noon Sunday. We flew for almost twelve hours above the clouds in daylight to land at Narita International Airport slightly before four o’clock Monday afternoon. An hour and ten minutes later, by express train, we were in Tokyo. By the time we got to our hotel, it was dark, and we were beat. We stumbled about six blocks to a small restaurant whose name I don’t remember and had a couple of very nice snacks, like oysters on Mapo vermicelli and fried chicken with lots of green onions. Then we stumbled back to our hotel and crashed. 

The 29th started cloudy and ended rainy, with a forecast of one to two inches of rain. We are in the spin-off of Tropical Cyclone Kristine, which is plowing through the Philippines. We spent most of the day inside, much of it looking for a replacement lens shade that I somehow lost. The first place that we went was a six-story super Fry’s that had everything camera related but lens shades. We finally found one in another camera store several subway stops away.

If all this sounds dismal, it would be except that the food is so good and the people are so delightful. Michele thought it would be more convenient if she reserved a wheelchair for me when we landed at Narita, and the only reason I could think of was to say, “No.” was to save my pride. I was wheeled through the airport and around gates by two women and one man. All three were adorable, and they acted like I was doing them a big favor.

Tokyo is huge. California, the most populous state in the US, has a population of 39,128,162; Tokyo has a population of 37,115,035. Here is a subway map to give you an idea of its size.  

But the kicker is that the city works so well. It is clean, really clean, safe, and friendly. It may be my favorite city after only two days. Here are some pictures; more later.

Apple’s corner of calm amid the choas

A Couple Thoughts while Leaving Paris (not for long, I hope)

“Everybody leaves Paris for the Summer, nobody is there but tourists” almost everybody I talked to about going to Paris in the summer. First, a couple of caveats: we are not actually staying in the Paris of the guidebooks, we are one stop on the Metro – subway – past the ring road that defines the edge of the tourist Paris, and eight stops from the Bastille station. Every morning, we walk a couple of blocks, get on the Metro, and get off somewhere near an amazing monument or museum and every day, no matter what the hour, the Metro is crowded with a mix of tourists and locals (mostly locals). I was prepared to be intimidated by Paris, having been told that it is pretty formal, that nobody wears shorts, but the July Paris, this July Paris at least, is less formal than San Francisco (I brought a blazer and slacks that I’ve never even taken out of the suitcase). At first, I thought it was just the tasteless tourists that were wearing shorts, my mind got changed when  we were having dinner in a nice restaurant near the Pompidou Center and a local couple comes in with the guy in cargo shorts (we knew they were local because they kissed the owner on both cheeks).  
A First Thursday Gallery opening in the shadow of the Pompidou Center
At first, Paris seemed impossibly huge but, walking around, it seems to me that it is not so much huge as dense. I have no idea how many museums are in Paris but we hardly scratched the surface and didn’t see several that we were near the top of my list, like the Musee National Du Moyen Age that Linda Melton recommended or the Musee des Arts et Metiers or, or, or….
Institut Du Monde Arabe (Arab World Institute’s Museum)
It may be impossible to get a lousy meal in Paris but a truly memorable meal is not that easy and certainly not very cheap.
Second to last course in a memorable five course dinner at Restaurant Claude Colliot
Michele enjoying excellent Dim Sum at Chez Ann
Travers de porc rôti au Miel et Romarin, Purée de carottes – one of the best ribs and carrots I’ve ever had –  in the foreground with Filet de Loup de Mer, PoèLèe de lègumes in the background    
 After French, the language we heard on the street the most was English which is certainly not a surprise, but it was a surprise that the third most heard language was Chinese. There are Chinese tourists everywhere and not just in groups, there are lots of Chinese families in Paris, I’m thinking they are the new Americans. 
One surprising thing to me – although it shouldn’t have been given the number of bombings – is the strong, militarized, police presence (usually one of them is carrying an assault rifle) 
Two last things, the Parisians are very serious about both cars – many of which we can’t get here – and graffiti.  
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A week in Lyon is probably not enough, but a week in Paris is crazy not enough.