Food and Drink

When asked how the food was, I bowed deeply, and in the most reverential tone possible, told him it was the best I had ever tasted.

Sights such as the one below never cease to intrigue me. Not only do they contain unknown stories, but personally I feel they have a very distinct, melancholic beauty about them. To add to their interest, they are also the exact opposite of almost everything that Tokyo is famous for. An element that in some ways makes them even more special.

On the theme of older, lesser seen Tokyo, I have just started offering photowalks round the capital. So should you be interested, or know somebody who might be, the details are on my portfolio site here: Bespoke Tokyo Photowalks. There’s also a link on the top menu of these pages.

When Friday night drinks run through to daylight on Saturday, it’s almost inevitable that things are going to get messy. And passing out drunk in a grubby little alleyway probably warrants a mention when it comes to messiness.

Although as desperate as her situation clearly was, there was possibly some consolation in the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one.

A meander of sorts in the company of a One Cup.

Old, very traditional food, made in an old, back to basics way in buckets on the street.