Day 10. Lost in Shibuya

Without committing myself to any real actual research, I would say that Shinjuku is the largest train and subway station in the world.

Gabriel and I plan to meet with Eri (our new friend from Kyoto) for an outrageously expensive cocktail atop the Park Hyatt, at the hotel bar featured in “Lost in Translation.” Gabe leaves our hotel 45 minutes before I do and somehow we arrive at our destination simultaneously, both embarrassingly late. The half-mile walk from Shinjuku has taken Gabe nearly an hour. The Park Hyatt staff do not seem thrilled with my appearance, clad as I am in a t-shirt and sweaty from my haste. But the view is breathtaking.









I wish we had some clips I could snap onto Gabe’s black jacket. I want to be Bill Murray so bad it hurts.

Movie from top

Back to Shibuya for a final feast with Gen.

Wagyu and cow tongue.




Japanese steak tartar with raw egg and radish.



Raw squid with chili pepper.





Multiple order meal.


Vegetables.




Beverages. Fermented rice concoction, sake with a crushed plum in the glass, shochu and iced tea (fantastic…my new summer libation of choice).









Crispy pork bellies?



Merriment.


















Seriousness.



We leave the restaurant nicely shochu’ed up and head off to another of Gen’s hotspots, a subterranean lounge and nightclub to bookend our Tokyo stay with another marathon party session. No pics, sorry.