Tokyo National Museum など
Friday I, as I mentioned earlier, went to the National Museum in Ueno Park with Phil and his friend Ben (another student from Leeds who has been spending the year in Singapore). My sister and I had also tried to go to the National Museum, the same day we had sushi in Tsukiji and saw Kabuki, but got there just in time for it to close. It's too bad because I think she would have liked it. We only had time for the main building but managed to see everything in it. The "thematic exhibition" was two rooms' worth of scrolls of "500 Arhats." They were all really incredible - the colour and detail and the imaginative, often grotesque imagery. There was also a room of Ukiyo-e, a few kimono, lots of swords, other stuff. It was a museum, you know. Not amazing as far as museums go, but worth the trip (and the 130 yen students' entrance fee).
From there we went to Ogikubo. Phil and Ben (who is vegetarian) had looked up vegetarian in Tokyo and located an Indian restaurant there called (of all things) Nataraj. While wandering the streets near the station looking for the place, we ended up following this bag with legs.
It was too cute. I couldn't resist taking a picture. Her bag is as big as she is.
The restaurant was in the basement near a yoga studio (heh). It was pretty big and nice actually, and the food was good. Phil had his first mango lassi and enjoyed it. The pakora were better than I've had in most Indian restaurants (i.e. they were more like my mom's). I had saag paneer, which was kind of weird in that the paneer was cut in triangle instead of cubes. Ben said that's how he normally has it. *shrugs* But for the good smells and decor (I especially liked all the drawings of beautiful Indian women), alas, the rice was Japanese. When I'd been in Texas, Trey and I went to Asian City for lunch, and I complained about the rice not being Japanese. And here we were at an Indian restaurant, and the rice was sticky. It was just wrong. Ah, well.
On another note, I got confused placing my order, because obviously the name of the food was Indian. So I'd order one thing then follow it with "aru" (Assamese) instead of "to" (Japanese) and then befuddle myself trying to straighten it out, and ended up sitting there in silence with a confused look on my face while I thought, which would prompt the woman taking our orders (who was Indian) to just ask me in English. Poop.
From there we went to Ogikubo. Phil and Ben (who is vegetarian) had looked up vegetarian in Tokyo and located an Indian restaurant there called (of all things) Nataraj. While wandering the streets near the station looking for the place, we ended up following this bag with legs.
It was too cute. I couldn't resist taking a picture. Her bag is as big as she is.
The restaurant was in the basement near a yoga studio (heh). It was pretty big and nice actually, and the food was good. Phil had his first mango lassi and enjoyed it. The pakora were better than I've had in most Indian restaurants (i.e. they were more like my mom's). I had saag paneer, which was kind of weird in that the paneer was cut in triangle instead of cubes. Ben said that's how he normally has it. *shrugs* But for the good smells and decor (I especially liked all the drawings of beautiful Indian women), alas, the rice was Japanese. When I'd been in Texas, Trey and I went to Asian City for lunch, and I complained about the rice not being Japanese. And here we were at an Indian restaurant, and the rice was sticky. It was just wrong. Ah, well.
On another note, I got confused placing my order, because obviously the name of the food was Indian. So I'd order one thing then follow it with "aru" (Assamese) instead of "to" (Japanese) and then befuddle myself trying to straighten it out, and ended up sitting there in silence with a confused look on my face while I thought, which would prompt the woman taking our orders (who was Indian) to just ask me in English. Poop.
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