the tall blond guy goes to japan

Identity

Grand Central

This is me in Japan:

My name in Japanese. Or so they say.

I got lost today, and I think I may have found the old Tokyo Olympic grounds. The map-signs of the area looked like it was some kind of village area, with stadiums and residences and lots of grandness. Tree-lines streets and everything. Must have been the place! By the way, those map signs are everywhere in this town, particularly near Subway or JR stations and on main streets. Since streets don't really have names (near as I can figure, anyway), the best way to find something is hit the neighborhood and try to aim in the right direction from there.

So I was looking for somewhere to eat before I headed into work. Generally, places to eat will have pictures of what's inside hanging all around the outside. The particularly ambitious ones will feature little plastic replicas of the food or the decor. Very handy so you know what you're in for before you walk inside.

Based on this model, I do not want to eat here.

The Broken Cafe

Tourist Tidbit: As I'm typing this, I'm reminded that everyone here smokes. If this bothers you, or if you'd like to live a few more years, do not come here. There are little no-smoking areas, particularly in the newer areas/buildings (smoking on the trains, for example, seems to be forbidden) but they are few and far between. It's better than I'd thought though.

Another place I didn't eat in