One option caught our eye for sheer outlandishness — but chasing a disgusting purple potion with what appeared to be a spiral sausage served on French crullers seemed like a life choice we would live to regret.
|I guess the Americans don’t have a monopoly
on outrageous sandwich ideas.
After a few more minutes of walking, we came upon a shop that looked decidedly Japanese.
We peered inside: A counter of solitary men eating some sort of noodle . . .
. . . a vending machine in the corner . . .
|The vending machine gives you a ticket for the menu item
you’ve purchased. Then you give the ticket to the chef and he
prepares it for you.
. . . not a word of English in sight . . .
. . . it must be a ramen place! Perfect timing — ramen was next on our list of things to eat.
I ordered the large bowl without knowing that a large bowl could feed a family of 4 for a week. I plugged dutifully away at it until I could hardly eat another bite — and then the chef reached over the counter and offered to transform my remaining noodles into a soup! Voila, dinner number two!!
I made a valiant effort to eat the soup, but I barely made a dent. I was already so full, and the soup was not exactly light: Whoever thinks Japanese food is all healthy and stuff clearly has not had this soup. It was heavy and fishy; not terrible, but definitely not something I was willing to gorge myself on.
With our tummies full of ramen and our minds still full of crazy French maids, we started back to the subway. Only we got side-tracked by a stand selling mochi.
It looked an awful lot like the French macaroon shops we saw in Paris (and everywhere in the US ever since the macaroon fad hit). Only Amanda explained that they’re totally different from macaroons — these colorful little balls are made of a glutinous rice paste with ice cream and other flavorful fillings inside.
|The traditional round format|
|The more novel donut format|
Then we found the subway entrance and headed back to the hotel for the night. More adventures tomorrow!
|Some cars are women-only during the morning rush hour.
The cars are so packed that this is one way to protect women from gropers
and other creeps.