Tokyo, last day :(
Tsukiji Fish Market in the AM.
Tsukiji is a bizarre oceanic heaven. You'd expect it to smell like fish, yet if you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply you'd never know you were smack dab in the middle of fish mongerville. You'd expect the jammed corridors of these mongers to be a rodeo of pushing and shoving, yet it's rather calm and orderly. You'd expect to have the best sushi of your life here, and we did.
The best.
We planned on eating at Sushi Dai, but standing in line for two hours in the rain and cold just didn't seem so comfortable. So we stood in line for 25 minutes waiting for slices from the depths of Atlantis at a little hut three doors down. And it was more than worth the wait. Once granted access we were escorted down an alley behind the shanty and shuffled through the kitchen of the restaurant that looked more like a 1950s sushi diner with just a bar. Seating capacity: 10. No more. Just 10. Served by the working mans sushi chef. No attitude. Just pristine rice with delicate slices of Aquaman's finest Legion. Toro... oh man the Toro. Photos best describe this venture.
Then around the corner for some street ramen that taste better than any day at Momofuku in NYC.
Back to the hotel to grab our gear and head for the bullet train bound for Narita Airport. Next stop Taipei.
Flight Delayed 1 hour.
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