I met with Bob and Christine at 1200 to have lunch at Sushi Kidoguchi. On the
walk there from Harajuku station I noticed that my calves and quads were sore,
probably from running and doing stairs yesterday. I finally found out that the
chef was named Ryosuke and he was friendly as always so we had a good time. He
cracked a few jokes about how I spilled the miso soup last time, and acted
surprised when I actually finished it this time.
I wasn’t quite full yet and I was curious how good some of the other sushi was
so I made a few extra orders. It wasn’t cheap; the lunch set was about ~3200 JPY
but the extra pieces averaged to 950 JPY each, although to be fair they were
probably some of the more expensive ones that you could order.
We had a brief bathroom break at Omotesando Hills and dropped into a
sustainable/ethical chocolate store called Imperfect. We didn’t really like the
sample chocolate coated nuts that we tasted, so we didn’t buy anything.
Having run out of things to do at about 1500, naturally we took the subway to
Ginza for more shopping.
In the elevator, one of us accidentally pressed the wrong floor number and Bob
pressed it again to undo/deactivate it. My mind was blown.
After a really long day on our feet with barely any breaks to sit down, we
walked a decent way to Yurakucho for some skewers. I remember being dead tired
and demoralised on the walk, especially since I had worn my backpack that day
and taken my gimbal with me. I’d also made the mistake of wearing my Flyknits
rather than my Ultraboosts and my feet were a little sore. I was also really
dehydrated especially after eating all that ice cream.
The food was good although I got the feeling that the person who took our orders
wasn’t being particularly friendly to us. We were also sat right next to the
kitchen and all of the smoke was blowing into our faces, making my eyes sting.
Since I was so dehydrated, I kept asking for more water and I used the
opportunity to explain myself in Japanese by saying that I hadn’t drank water
all day. I later realised with the help of Elbert that I said some things
slightly wrong and due to the vagueness of Japanese, it was probably interpreted
as “I won’t drink today” rather than “I didn’t drink water today”, which could
sound a bit offensive. Luckily I said it at the end of our meal.
After tagging along with Bob and Christine to shop at Yodobashi Camera, we ate
the other three cheese tarts and said our goodbyes. I wasn’t sure what we were
going to do tomorrow so I was a little sad since it might’ve been the last time
that I saw them (in Tokyo, not in general of course). I went home and waited at
Ootsuka station for a little while since Elbert had the keys. I didn’t end up
blogging because I was feeling dead.