Food Japanese Style
We love eating in Japan. There are so many strange things to try. Sushi is grand but there are many other delights.
Breakfast was a buffet in our hotel every morning. The top two shots show you my tray from a couple mornings. There were so many choices both western and eastern that we were all pleased. Rod is not really a breakfast eater in any country so he opted for cornflakes, orange slices, sausage, and a tiny croissant with jam every day. It was perfect for him. Zach and I were trying things like sardine stew, smoked potatoes, dessert pizza, dried mackerel, udon noodles, custard, and vegetable croquettes. Nice to have the adventure of the day begin with a meal.
One outing I had we went to a mall food court for lunch. From a distance I saw what I thought was a pizza display. Up close I discovered it was a wall of crepes. That was too tempting. I had to have one for dessert. Bananas and cream with chocolate sauce.
Another day we were on a bus trip and we stopped at a rest area with a large food shopping section. We only had 15 minutes so I chose quickly. We ended up with three little chicks. They were pastry like a soft graham cracker on the outside and inside was a thick chocolate filling. It was quite yummy.
Ah dipping noodles! Yum. A family favorite. We’d tried them at a place in LA (thank you Courtney!) so we knew the drill. You get a bowl of very thick broth and a bowl of noodles. The idea is to dip the noodles in the broth and shlurp them up. You can put more seasoning in the broth if you like. Zach tried the spicy vinegar. I fell in love with course ground plum. So good! It was a favorite place. We ended up finding a second dipping noodle spot that was superior. With two choices we figured we were in the position to be picky. Ha. The second location was on the 8th floor! That is one thing about Tokyo, there is no space to build out they have to build up. Many businesses are in buildings on floors above you.
Finally we went to the Fish Market on Rod’s birthday. As few know, Rod was born in Japan. His parents lived on a naval base. He came home to the States when he was 11 months old. So this was the first time he was in the same time zone as his birth, on his birthday. To celebrate we had “morning ocean”. That’s what they call fresh tuna at the fish market. At least that was how our server described it to us so we’d know how fresh the fish was. Pretty funny. It was quite tasty indeed. We enjoyed ourselves.