An abundance of everything, everywhere.
There’s a lot of “stuff” in Tokyo: 1950’s snoopy snow globes, Contax, Mamiya, Pentax, Nikon cameras, fashion magazines, food magazines, sports magazines, p*rnography, rare books, 1980’s American vintage clothing, Porter bags, Rimowa, Rolex, Seiko, Timex, Casio, Hermes, Chanel, Sailor Moon costumes, anime DVDs, sealed N64 games, onsen, ramen, tonkatsu, izakaya, ryokan, karaoke bars, duck boots, Ralph Lauren suits, action figures, figurines, coin slots, camping equipment, tents, manicured kittens and puppies, hair dryers, camera straps, high powered flashlights, accessories, classic Toyotas, modified street cars, 18-wheelers, crossers and dirt bikes.
All in mint condition.
To be honest, it’s a little overwhelming.
You couldn’t possibly pray at every shrine, drink every bowl of ramen, smoke every brand of cigarettes. It forces you to choose.
The best restaurants in Japan aren’t in guidebooks but rather the places you find on your own after dragging your feet around the neighbourhood all day, down an alleyway, up some stairs, on the 7th floor of a shopping centre, built inside a train station.
All around Japan, you’ll find restaurants dedicated to one dish, plate or bowl. Soy ramen, Basque cheesecake, Crème caramel, a tireless pursuit of perfection, sometimes lifelong.
When you can’t do everything, you do one thing. And you do it really fucking well.
6 months ago