Im getting the hang of this…

We back at it again. You know the vibes. What a week. Appreciate everyone reading the blog and providing feedback. Yes, mans will work on his spelling, calm it down! Everyone also crying about the lack of food pics, so this week, gonna chat about food a bit more and try add some pics to give some context on what I am eating, some recommendations and shit like that. Also working on the photography skills, tough with food man! On a side note, anyone done ironing recently? I had to do some tonight, fuck me, how difficult. Gonna reach out to a few peeps, has to be an easier way to get the creases out of my shirts.

This week was all about the food and the preparation for the typhoon. Love a natural disaster. I started this week with a run through the streets of Shinagawa. First run in ages. Tits were bouncing everyone and it was cooking. Beautiful evening and good to get out there and hit the tarmac.

First up I had sushi twice this week, at two different places with two different crews. Sushi is the cornerstone of Japanese cuisine.

Eating sushi is an experience that engages both the senses and the soul, offering a delicate dance of flavours, textures, and visual appeal. As you pick up a piece of sushi with chopsticks or your fingers, you are greeted by the fresh, clean taste of rice, perfectly complemented by the umami richness of raw fish or seafood. The subtle art of sushi eating involves appreciating the balance between the tangy, seasoned rice and the tender, often subtly seasoned toppings, while dipping in soy sauce and a touch of wasabi heightens the flavours without overwhelming them. Each bite is an invitation to saver the meticulous craftsmanship that goes into every piece, reflecting a deep respect for ingredients and tradition. Whether enjoyed in a high-end sushi bar or a casual conveyor belt restaurant, eating sushi is a mindful and gratifying experience that celebrates simplicity and quality. Its what makes it so beloved worldwide. I am fortunate to be here getting to experience the real deal. Now both nights we were doing conveyor belt sushi. I know what some might be thinking, its tacky, but crisis both nights were the shit! We smashed tuna, salmon, yellowtail and eel to name a few. (Sashimi isn’t included and is only sold at the Izikaya)We would rack the plates and see how many we would get through. The experience was unrivalled and great to spend it with phenomenal people. The beers flowed and laughs were had. The chefs in there white uniform and top hat, embody tradition, artistry and passion. One thing about sushi here, you need to be specific about Wasabi as it always put on the sushi. If you dont specify against it, tough shit! I can handle a bit of spice, but crisis, one of the chefs was layering that shit on!!! Lets chat ginger quick, ginger, I always put it on my sushi piece haha but apparently you eat it after your sushi. Mans learning tings here innit. I didn’t even wanna ask my Japanese pals if they ever dip it in mayo haha Could have ended badly. Both places I went to were great and highly recommended, picks below. For half the price of sushi in London and double the quality, its hard to beat!

Wednesday was out with the boss man. He said what do I fancy? I picked Okonomiyaki. Now this was my best meal of the week. Okonomiyaki is potato fried on the grill like a pancake, packed with all kinds of meats and vegetables. We sat at the bar and placed an order. Everything in ours was recommended by the boss. Beers ordered. Delicious and cold as always. We sit and chat, as the grill in front of us is prepared for our meal. I watch people next to us have theres cooked. Im salivating. Haven’t had a meal since fucking 11:30. No wonder cats are skinny here. Finally, a glass frame is put in front of us. The grand master steps forward, he looks like he has seen better days. Mans sweating for days but nothing will get in his way of the magic he is about to produce. He pours the mixture on the grill and begins to combine ingredients. We watch as splashes of oil hit the glass frame. He is focused, flipping his piece of equipment over and over. The dish is ready. He finishes with some magnificent sauce on top, like similar to BBQ. He removed the glass frame, pushes both dishes forward to us and we good to go! Im fucking itching for this now. Problem. Only chop sticks. Mans chopstick skills aren’t great now I gotta cut this thing. The other night at sushi, my colleagues laughed at me tryna pick up some noodles. Well harsh, nearly poesed the cunny. Back the Okonomiyaki. The taste is incredible. As you eat your dish, you leave the remainder on the grill, to keep it warm. I cant stop eating the thing. The flavours, the texture, the ingredients, combined, they knock your cock off. Cock is on the floor. I am done. This isnt a traditional Tokyo dish, but rather from Osaka. Either way its was incredible. At some restaurants they will give you the ingredients and you can cook it on your tables grill. I prefer the magician wearing the magic hat cooking mine! Great job. 8.4

Friday finally arrives, unreal really. At lunch, yes 11:30, someone says lets have a beer after work. Love a good ale. He says, cool. We will finish early and hit the Izakaya. 2 things. Early for these people is 18:30. Completely livid. Second Izikaya is a pub really. Im clock watching from 16:00. Gal and Blake san calling me about work stuff, damn, no good. Finally we head out the door. We go to a local spot. The place is rammed. We get a table. Everyone starts ordering food off the tablet. Drinks, well we gone bottomless for two hours, they reckon its better. The beers are flowing for a few of us. The others are on the spirits. Just smashing them away. The food arrives, edamame beans, tomatoes, french fries, and then… chicken, heart, liver kebabs. Yussis. Now I wasn’t expecting to eat heart tonight, but I did. Its not for everyone, not sure i can eat it again. Below is scrambled egg with kimchi which was incredible. Overall the vibes were sick and the food was standard Japanese pub food. Now the degenerates that hang out with dont normally eat, but these cats love a meal and drink. But more like snacks and then next minute, everyone is full. Mans stomach is grumbling but I say full. Cat next to me starts chatting about life and then says he tryna gym and all that. He says “Liam san your arms are big”. We then became best friends. He left 5 min later. After dinner we hit another spot, High ball place. Whiskey and sodas are on the cards now. More nibbles follow, this time olives and a meat spread. People intrigued by my tattoo because its a koi fish. I explain i want more. Tattoos in Japan are quite frowned upon as it relates to the Yakuza. Maybe I will meet someone or see some traditional gangstas. Some cat at dinner invites me to the Japanese baths in the future. Haha mans heard the stories, will see what happens. The jets are firing now, I am ready to go out, everyone says time to go home. Evening over, I go to Mcdonalds. Just to chat McDonalds quick, people work in Mcdonalds here, they got there laptops out and shit. Couldn’t happen in other places, shit would get stolen. Few pics of food below and mans arms.

Woke up at 04:00 hanging fucked. Looked for a headache tablet, was out. Down 4 litres of water. Wake up at 11:30. Typhoon is approaching today/Tomorrow/Monday, fuck knows. So I gotta hit the grocery store and get supplies, might not be leaving the house. First coffee. New spot. Delicious bakery called Ty Harbour. Croissant and muffin. Who am I? Am I in France. Was hella bougie, but shit it was good. Afterwards make my way to the grocery store. I was in there for an hour, had to google translate all the products. Got everything i wanted, more Kit Kats, new flavour. Finished the pack already. Pure fat. In the evening I been invited to a gig. Shaz from work knows a DJ, so was chatting to the guy on whatsapp and he told me where to meet him. So, two Asahi’s in, man makes his way to the spot in Asakusa. Sorry dinner is sushi. £3 from the grocery store. Just delicious. Didn’t compare to during the week, but I am smashing that shit daily now. Anyway, back to the night. Its 9pm, its a fucking sauna outside. I leave one, billfuckingnomates. Arrive, wait 15 min, meet Scott. He brings his GF and Tomo another mate. The place is sick, very cosmopolitan. The beers start flowing, the tracks are being remixed, few dances. Tomo tells me he surfs, gotta arrange a session with the guy. I start smashing beers. Next minute its 00:30 missed the last train, uber home. Uber arrives, my man has gloves on, hat. Wow, might be Uber executive or I am being kidnapped. Get home, stream the boks vs NZ. So drunk. Finish the game, pass out. Wake up 11:00 again, hanging. Yazza messaging me, asking if I watched. Can barely remember, watch highlights. Boks were phenomenal. Next change filter on PH. “midget Asians”. Day ready.

This typhoon has screwed my plans for this weekend in terms of sightseeing so I head to Ueno. They got a great park there, some temples and even better markets. Spend the day walking around and taking photos. At Ueno park there was this temple, no shoes in the place. It was intense and traditional. A Japanese monk, beating a drum and singing. It was moving. I dont know, cant really explain it. I couldn’t take a video either. Was just, you had to be there. I nearly started having a cry. Think it might be all the alcohol or some higher power tryna tell me something. I walked out. Look down, sweating worse than a pedo at a schools play. Unreal. Today was also the first time i have seen a beggar. Felt weird. What I have noticed in Japan, is everyone obeys the traffic lights. Like crossing a road, people dont cross till it goes green. Its a free for all in London! Eventually I made my way back. The trains are cooking and personal space isnt a thing here.  Lunch is pizza, pizza review below for the fans. Dinner is Ramen from the convenient store. Its delicious, see below. 7.5. It just works, boiling hot water, little bit of oil. £1 for this. Come on. Now time to sit back and watch the toon. Probably ruin my whole week ahead

I am starting to get the hang of this shit. I need to embrace eating more at the markets, but mans nervous, like a see crab just in box, am I suppose to eat that with mayo? Need a tour guide or someone who can assist, I cant keep talking to myself, mans looking like a pure creep all the time. Till next week you snakes and dont forget tune of the week, I got summer on lock babay… Mansinjapanmybru