After an easy bus ride into the city, quiet due to the holiday weekend, we arrived at Conrad hotel, in Shiodome, checked in quickly, and headed out. But not before taking in the by now familiar, blinking red lights of the vast, deep harbor.
A short subway ride to Maranouchi and then up the elevator in the “old” Maranouchi building facing Tokyo station. A corner table, grilled chicken (yakitori), fresh cabbage, cold beer, and wonderful conversation with Shinji. Estimable Shinji.
That cabbage: Chilled, fresh, raw and whole leaves dipped into tiny bowls, one with a sweet sauce, and one with sesame. The perfect balance to the delicious fat and salt of the chicken thighs (momo), skin (kawa), and “meatball (tsukune).
JR train back, two stops, a few pages of “Harpo Speaks,” the Marx-ist memoir, and i was out as if concussed.
The gym in a short while, breakfast, and then lunch with Takeshi and Yuko.