So last weekend, in Manila living a Travelife, I began packing for a trip to Japan next week. I’m going to Tokyo to continue celebrating my birthday with friends, and then I’m headed for Hokkaido on a mini-break.
We just got Hokkaido all sorted out in terms of hotels and great restaurants. I’m so looking forward to this.
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50 SHADES OF BLACK
As for my wardrobe, I’ve just finished packing my luggage and it’s all in 50 shades of black.
Ever since last summer, I’ve relegated my colourful clothes to the back of my cabinets and I’ve been wearing 50 shades of black. Don’t ask me why.
Meanwhile in Tokyo, I’m also finalizing the restaurants for my trip.
Since I’m eating with my Tokyo friends, we’ve booked the ultimate local power-broker sushi place that one of my friends considers his “kitchen.”
The tourists with cash all like going to Sukiyabashi Jiro if they’re lucky to get a reservation, or otherwise to Kyubey and a handful of other famous places.
But the locals like going to a certain sushi joint in Roppongi that’s fancy with a glamour factor, and it also serves incredibly good world-class sushi in the same league as the internationally famous sushi restaurants.
I’ll write about it when I eat there again in about 10 days.
I haven’t recommended it yet here online, though, because — politically incorrect as it is — the chef/ owner is a big snob. I don’t mean this in a bad way, but just in a matter-of-fact way, and I guess he can’t help being who he is.
Most of his customers are Tokyo’s power-brokers and movers and shakers, and any evening here is like a gathering of Japan’s Who’s Who.
So basically, he needs to know you and to understand where you exist in the pecking order, in order for you to get good service and great sushi. But everyone in Tokyo who has eaten in the best restaurants of the world and done everything in life gravitates back here at the end of the day.
But if he knows you, this is an unparalleled dining experience as well as a great feel of the glamorous side of Tokyo life.