Its been almost a year since I’ve had good takoyaki. It may have something to do with the fact that the last time I had it was in Tokyo, made and served up buy a guy aptly called Happy. Once you experience that, it just doesn’t work ordered up in a homogenous “asian” take out place. Getting lost down random streets and tripping up to boutiques and street food stalls was the life blood of the trip Sarah & I took at the beginning of this year.
The added bonus was that I could essentially wear whatever I wanted and as long as my make up was reasonable, there were no stares or questions asked as we invaded the streets of Japan. This knowledge is a strange and powerful thing and as you can see I took full advantage, mixing prints, accessorizing it up and getting my nerd on. All the Japanese girls would whisper at our supposed cuteness which at 5 foot 71/2 I don’t really get much of in Australia
Royal milk tea, crazy stores, op shops, bullet trains, customer service and Happy the takoyaki guy…I miss you all terribly. Japan is definitely a country you have to experience more than once.