You may be thinking either (a) Joe likes everything he eats or (b) the wonderful country of Japan has somehow managed to expunge all bad tasting food from its borders. Let me assure you that neither is the case.
After a nearly interminable walk to find an ATM that would accept international cards and deliver Japanese yen, K and I found ourselves in a new neighborhood loooking for some good dinner. After turning away from a first-floor Lonely Planet recommended establishment because of the high proportion of foreigners inside, we ventured one floor up to a place brimming with Japanese (and, ok, a couple of foreigners too...).
And, we had a disgusting, largely inedible meal with not really anything that we were excited to eat after one bite. The roll call, please:
Left to right, you have overly boiled, limp greens with icky garnish, soft and mushy fried lotus root with pork paste, and day-old firm tofu with green tar and at-least-ok miso sauces. Ewwwwwwww.
Oh, and they ruined fresh fish too! Every piece looked old, tired, and not worth eating. Slimy ebi, frozen maguro, hard as rocks conch. Blech!
The meal was SO awful that we had to console ourselves and get sustenance at a dessert cafe down the street. And not just any dessert cafe, but one that has a dessert so awesome that you have to order it five days in advance and so many choices that they've displayed them all in a storefront glass case (with plastic food models, of course).
Just to show I was down and not out with culinary adventurism, I decided on the fried chicken parfait - a slightly delicious and slightly bizarre miz of, well, fried chicken, fruit, and soft serve. K added in a BLT and a black sesame and mochi parfait to round us out a bit. Though the fry oil could certainly have been fresher, the meal set us back on track and gave us just the boost we needed to get home.
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