More as a note to myself than because I expect anyone else to be interested, I'm going to list the main meals I ate while I was away.
31st March: Lunch was taken hastily, in the mall where I was searching for emergency supplies due to delayed luggage. A kind of chicken and gorgonzola salad, with miso soup on the side. Odd, but actually pretty good, and of course there was the novelty of being served in Japanese. Supper was a spicy pork soup in a pork restaurant near my hotel.
1st April: Lunch – a teriyaki chicken wrap bought from a station stall just before I got on the train to Hakone. Supper was a feast at the ryokan, featuring many good things which I didn't do justice to owing to lack of appetite, the main one being shabu-shabu. My favourite features were the several kinds of tofu hors d'oeuvre; a scallop served in its shell; and some of the pickles, especially one that tasted much (but not exactly) like lime – delicious.
2nd: After a rather ornate breakfast I skipped lunch, and arriving tired in Kyoto ate supper at Hamburg Labo, just across the street from the hotel. I plumped for a bacon and avocado burger, served with rice (no bun). It was actually pretty good - and the first time I’ve eaten a burger with chopsticks.
3rd: Lunch. I ducked into a café as the rain got heavier outside Chion-in, and asked for the whitebait and plum pilaf. Some kind of pilaf arrived, but no sign of either plum or whitebait – could they possibly have been chopped so fine as to be rendered invisible? At one point I thought I saw a bit of plum skin just passing behind a grain of rice, but when I caught up it turned out to be a case of mistaken identity. Still, it tasted pretty good, and I watched a pilgrimage of umbrellas make its way to Chion-in from my seat, while inside the café a four-year-old girl who was lunching with her father got into a game of waving shyly at me, which I was happy to reciprocate.
By the way, this was the first time I’d taken in the existence of the umbrella racks that sit outside many cafés, shops and restaurants in Japan, with individual lockable compartments. Why don’t we have these in the UK, where (whisper it not in Gath) it also sometimes rains?
Supper was okonomiyaki at Issen Youshoku, of which I have written elsewhere. My favourite meal of the trip.
4th: For lunch I had curry-rice. I've long been curious about this Japanese take on a British take on an Indian dish. The katsu curries I'd tried in Japanese places in Britain had been disappointingly bland, but this one at least had enough chilli that you knew you were eating a curry (though it was still quite mild by British standards – somewhere between korma and madras, for heat). I topped it off with some yakitori from a fast-food stall. Supper was tuna sushi in a sushi place: one nigiri, one makizushi, both very good. I absentmindedly left my coat in the restaurant, and wandered off to look in numerous shops without noticing. Then, as I was passing the same place half an hour later, the waiter spotted me and chased me down the mall to return it. That’s service!
5th: If I hadn't eaten breakfast by the time I arrived at Kyoto station, I might well have bought one of the packages marked "Assorted Sand" at the shop there. I knew the Japanese had abbreviated "sandwich" to "sando", and Anglicizing that to "sand" does indeed make sense at one level - but at another, so so not.
Lunch. Seafood ramen at a tiny ramen place, which was delicious, though far more than I wanted. Partly I went in there so that I could use their toilet – but there was no toilet. Similarly, "supper" was a lemon-chicken sub from a Shibuya Starbucks, where I'd gone mostly so that I could use their wi-fi - but there was no wi-fi, at least for me (as related in an earlier entry). This was the day I’d been hoping to meet up with parasitegirl for supper, but for various reasons that didn't happen either – so a slightly frustrating experience (though I did get well acquainted with Hachiko, the Japanese Greyfriars Bobby, who waits patiently outside Shibuya station for his master's return):
6th: Lunch was a bought bento with the salarymen of Ginza - supper okonomiyaki at Sometaru, as mentioned elsewhere.
In all, I tried many of my Japanese must-eats, but failed (mostly owing to lack of appetite, for which I blame jet lag and overexcitement) to work through Kyoko Sakura's snack list, which had been one of my ambitions. I saw plenty of dango, for example, but only when I was already feeling stuffed, and no taiyaki at all; but I did at least buy some Pocky. Japanese apples turn out to be the size of melons, and I was daunted.
I fact, though I seemed to myself to be eating quite a lot over the week, looking back I'm surprised how little I actually consumed. I actually lost three pounds while I was away - but then I was also walking a lot.
I forgot to mention before - my last impulse-buy of my Japanese trip was a yukata with a sakura-blossom pattern, which I picked up at the airport. I reasoned thus. How many people are there in this world who regret buying a yukata? Almost none. Contrariwise, consider the millions who languish in hopeless regret at having not bought one. Did I really wish to share their misery?
I did not. And I do not.
Here it is in Bristol, with Jessie playing the part of sidekick.
Kitty and Yukata
And now, alas, I think I've picked that week's bones clean as far as LJ entries are concerned, although I'll be snacking on memories for a long time to come. And, of course, planning the campaign for my return.
PS. I've just returned from Yume, my local Japanese restaurant, which has occasionally featured in these pages and which has taken a decisive turn for the posh while I've been away, with noren, ceramic chopstick rests, an extensive sake menu and all sorts. I'd sent them a postcard from Kyoto, and the daughter of the house said that my thinking of them had brought a tear to her eye, which was lovely. Also, my friend Marta, the Polish head chef at the Spanish tapas place next door, who takes Japanese lessons with me but is about to leave for the USA (keep up!), happened to arrive while I was tucking into my udon noodles. I was delighted to see her, and it was all very convivial.
I think I may survive.