I’d like to invite you along on a day of gluttonous behavior.
Last weekend Dan and I explored Kichijoji, hip place for living 15 minutes west of Shinjuku on the Chūō line. Our plan was to take a walk, find some lunch, and perhaps do a little window shopping. We really didn’t get too far before the first snack attack.
Round 1 landed us in a vegetarian restaurant, which can be hard to find in Japan. A nod to its hipness factor, Kichijoji has a few, and the result was lunch at Deva Deva Cafe. Dan went for one of the six veggie burgers on the menu and I, predictable as always, chose curry rice.
Next we found Bakery Café Linde and picked up some fresh pretzels. Showing a little bit of self restraint (the last of the day), we put these in our pockets for later.
Our walk through Kichijoji ended at Cafe Zenon, a manga cafe where, rumor had it, some amazing lattes could be found.
And a mid-afternoon coffee in Tokyo just wouldn’t be complete without an accompanying dessert set.
That’s one beautiful pudding you’re looking at (Dan’s feelings about pudding are summarized here). I had the Autumn Special — waffle, chips, and cream made with sweet potato together with fresh pears and fig, all dusted with fresh chestnut. Mmmm.
On our way back to the train station:
That is one scenic 7-11. On the train home Dan said to me, “We have to transfer at Shinjuku station? How convenient!” The exclamation point in that sentence doesn’t do justice to the creepy weird look on his face. I knew this meant only one thing — ramen.
Is this round 3 or 4? I’ve lost track. One of the most famous ramen shops in the city, Men-ya Musashi is located just outside of Shinjuku station. It has awesome samurai decor and is packed. Since it was Sunday evening, the line stretched the length of the restaurant but hadn’t yet gone out the door, a lucky break for us. Here is my bowl of ramen before:
And the sad scene after:
I just couldn’t finish, and left a lone soldier behind. Sorry, you beautiful piece of pork, there just wasn’t room for you in there with all your friends.