It had been advertised on posters throughout the ryokan that there would be a Japanese harp concert during breakfast and we were looking forward to it. Lynda had gone to a koto concert in Frankfurt before, but I've never heard it. And a treat it was!
Another breakfast, another fish
A few seconds of koto music
After breakfast, we asked one of the ryokan staff members about a nice, local izakaya to go to for our last dinner tonight. She recommended one, saying it's very much for the locals, and even wrote down the name in kanji for us. I did a Google search with a picture of the place and a map--it was just two streets down, so no problem.
Since we hadn't done all of our shopping yet--after all, last night was another night during which Lynda could come up with more ideas about who to give a purse to--we explored the side streets and alleys for more opportunities. In all fairness, I still needed some goodies for some of my peeps and myself, so off we went. On the way, we found some more restaurants for a Plan B if needed, an ice cream vendor with some adventurous flavors and a purse/knick-knack store! We spent about an hour in that place, after which we headed back to the ryokan to deposit our purchases.
Lynda in heaven
We found where the local mikoshi is stored
Black sesame ice cream
Wandering the streets can increase one's need for coffee, so when we passed a cafe right around the corner from our ryokan, and read that it had all kinds of organic and vegan options (not that I've been living vegan at all during this trip, but it was a nice change of pace), we stopped in. The name of the cafe is Sekai Cafe, which Lynda translated as World Cafe; they had a huge world map on their wall and we were asked to put a dot onto the place of our origin, then to pose for a photo which ended up on their Instagram and Facebook page. Isle of Man was not on the map, but Lynda put her dot where it should be, thus putting it on the map. Kansas featured only one other dot and I found on Facebook that just the day before another tourist from Kansas had beat me to the first dot!
Man-to-shima is Isle of Man, BTW
The food was almost too pretty to eat!
Next stop: Yakitori Alley in the Ginza area. These are little bars/restaurants located right beneath the train tracks of the Yamanote Line. And that was no lie--they really are right beneath the tracks--it's loud, it's grimy and it's interesting!
We had some food in a little place in a pedestrian tunnel, under the tracks.
We ordered white and black potato salad--the waitress said the color of the black potato salad comes from bamboo. Now, I don't know if she meant bamboo charcoal maybe, because she said it was good for the intestines, but whatever it was, we ate it! Interesting combo, the potatoes with the strawberries. Being in Yakitori Alley, we also tried some yakitori, of course.
The tables with the checkered table clothes are where we sat; you'll notice the baskets underneath the stools--those store your purse or jacket while you're eating.
The wall of the pedestrian tunnel. Notice the pouch hanging on the wall--I'll get to that in a bit.
There was a nice mural on the wall inside of the restaurant
Black and white potato salad
So, the pouches--that is where the bills for the guests sitting outside are stored. They are attached to the wall across from the restaurant.
A short walk took us to the Godzilla statue in Ginza.
We had really wanted to take a night boat cruise either in Tokyo Bay or on the Sumida River, but we figured if we get back too late, the restaurants will be full again and we didn't want to do a dinner cruise. We settled for a 40-minute boat ride on the Sumida, which departed from Asakusa, so onto the subway we got again. We did find the home of another mikoshi in the subway station.
Upon arrival in Asakusa, we took a potty break at the tourist info, which happens to be located in a several-story high building, which has an observation deck on the top. We've been to this building before, but never noticed the deck. Here's a view from above:
River cruise departure was right around the corner and we made the next boat with about 10 seconds to spare. Luckily, we're pretty professional by now when it comes to buying tickets from a machine. Still, it's a little bit embarrassing when you're the last ones to board and the captain gives you the wave-through, just so he can get going.
Tokyo Bay
A little bit of a hike and another subway ride later, we ended up in Asakusa again, ready to go to our recommended izakaya for a last time of dining on things we didn't quite know what they were. The pub front was open towards the street and when we stepped inside, there were some open tables and an older patron sitting at the front counter smiled at us. But not so fast--owner granny took one look at us and said: "Japanese......closed!" I'm sure it meant she didn't want to have any gaijin in her establishment; the smiley gentleman said something to her, but we left. We decided to go past that place on the way home, just to see if she had lied or not.
So we went to Plan B--a yakiniku (grill at the table) place in a basement we had seen earlier that morning and actually featured some veggies, along with the meat choices. There were people waiting at the door, but they said we should go inside. The waiter told us he'd take care of us and put us on the list for in 45 minutes. That was better than nothing and gave us time to go to the ryokan, dump all unnecessary items we were carrying and go back.
It was worth the wait! There was an extensive menu, each item had a number and to order you typed the number of your item into a tablet and sent it directly to the waiter.
We watched how other people handled themselves and then just did whatever they did and it was fun! Apart from the loads of veggies, we also had wagyu beef (Japanese beef), which is melt-in-your-mouth good.
Unfortunately, the waiter wouldn't let us each pay half of the bill with the credit card, so I paid the bill and Lynda gave me money, meaning I had about $50 in cash left. What was I going to do with all that leftover cash? I needed some for the train ride to the airport tomorrow morning, but didn't want to take cash home with me, because I'd lose money changing it back into dollars. I should've known not to worry about that--we still have a few hours tomorrow morning before going to the airport!
Last sight of the illuminated Tokyo Skytower
Passing by the izakaya on our way back 2 hours later, lo and behold--it was still open. Oh well, granny lost out on a stack of cash, I would say!
It really was a fun day. We saw so much and walked so far. Interestingly enough when we asked the night porter at our Ryokan about making a reservation at the tofu restaurant he just advised us to turn up early. He was very impressed that two foreigners had heard of this restaurant. He told us that he had visited it only recently with his wife and how he would recommend it. We certainly enjoyed this experience, the quality of the food, the service and the old school atmosphere.
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