If only they could have asked someone….

I’ve mentioned before the challenges of being illiterate in Japan. We’re in Okinawa prefecture, which is veering a bit off the usual tourist track. That means a little less English. Wi-Fi on the fly and Google translate helps a bit. But – it is a challenge.

That is one reason why I have sympathy for people dealing with the opposite situation.

The folks who made the sign for this hotel, for instance….

Mr Google notes that this is the Hotel Tulip. Their own website says that they are the Hotel Tulip. In Japanese ‘tulip’ is チューリシプ pronounced chuurippu. So close…

I wonder if the restaurant nearby used the same sign maker as the hotel:

One little letter, and yet it makes all the difference……

Of course there are times when I can’t really tell – is the misspelling deliberate?

There’s a t-shirt that sets an intention before the party begins!

Osaka – not just about the food.

When were were in Osaka in 2015 one of the things we did was visit their excellent aquarium. They have whale sharks in their main tank, which is pretty amazing. Out front of the aquarium is a life size statue of the whale shark and people line up for pictures. Wilf joined the line and when his turn came this happened:

There were some grandmothers watching and their hands flew up to cover their mouths so fast but I saw them – they were laughing!

When we arrived this time the plaza was all wrapped up in scaffolding – I guess they heard Lambo-san was coming and they didn’t want any more in-decorous behaviour!

We joined the hordes of school groups

The building has a seven or eight story tank in its centre with a walk way that spirals around. On the outside of the spiral are other tanks highlighting different animals and environments and the big guys live in the huge central tank.

And while we were there we checked out the giant Ferris wheel.

It was a great day for a smooth and silent ride above the city.

Osaka cats

We didn’t see any actual cats while in Osaka, but they were there anyway….

In the pavement in the shopping arcade

We found ourselves in the shopping area that sold goods to restaurants.. do you need a giant manikin neko for outside your place of business – I know where to get one!

It seems like there are more and more of these machines that dispense toys and trinkets. If your are willing for your cat to really hate you, you can buy it a hat from the capsule machine.

Not cat related, but a great sign at the restaurant across from our hotel.

Lady Liberty really gets around . We’ll see here gain in Tokyo, but in the meantime here she is atop a building in Osaka.

And how about this for an entrance to a hotel..?

‘Kuidaore’

Japanese cuisine is wide and various, and one of the things about it that is so interesting is how regional it is – each area, each city has its own specialties. Osaka is a really foodie city. So much so that there is a word to describe how they approach things ‘Kuidaore’. Which means ‘bankrupt yourself through food’, or ‘eat until you fall over’. We thought we’d work on the latter definition.

When we were here three years ago we didn’t get around to trying one of THE Things to eat in Osaka – takomaki, which are balls of batter and chopped octopus, fried and piping hot. We always seemed to be passing the places to get them too early in the morning, or right after we had eaten something else, and I regretted that.

Things would be different this time! We arrived on Wednesday night, fell asleep promptly and Thursday morning we were ready to go bright and early. Like many big cities, Osaka plays hard. Bars and restaurants are often open until 05:00. There’s a break and then things start up again at about 10:00.

In the district of Namba there is a street called Donbori – it runs beside the river and meanders along. All along the street are restaurants and food stalls. The cross streets are some of the main shopping arcades. I’ll have to do a whole blog post on the wonders of these arcaded shopping streets. But – the Donbori. At 10:00 it was starting to hop – the takomaki carts were warming up. The delivery trucks were leaving, having done the morning provisioning run and the street was turning back into a pedestrian area.

I joined a line. It was early so it was a short line.

Takomaki!

With cheese sauce…. Crispy on the outside, very gooey on the inside. Hot like the temperature of the sun. The people of Osaka must have asbestos mouths….

Early times, so not too busy on the street yet…

One of the fun things about the Donbori is the signage – giant representations of what is on offer:

Not far from the street is the fish/seafood market. Last time we were here Wilf rampaged through eating a all the things. So of course we had to do it again:

Scallops on the grill, finished with a blow torch….

Baby octopus on a stick

They also had black soft serve ice cream:

I thought it might be black sesame, but it was black vanilla. It was delicious. However:

If seafood is not your thing it is melon season:

That’s just over $17.00 in Canadian funds for each perfect melon…

On the way back along the Donbori we discovered that the ‘Dancing Octopus’ cart was open:

As you can see from the picture on the cart each takomaki has a whole baby octopus on the top in addition to the chopped bits.

We went with the traditional presentation on this one – topped with mayonnaise, tonkatsu sauce and bonito flakes. Yum

There was also a stop for coffee and cake in there before we returned to our hotel for a rest before heading back out for dinner. Forgot to take pictures of that – a restaurant called Kushikatsu Daruma, which is all about fried things on skewers.

(Edited to add: I forgot that the waiter did take our picture!

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So – we didn’t fall over. By adopting the ‘grazing’ methodology and walking over 11km in the progress we managed to try a bunch of really great food!

Back to Japan

Wilf and I just can’t seem to get Japan out of our system, so off we go again. We’re starting in Osaka this time. I’ll be back with the details of our adventures- until then here’s a little bling from a shop across from our hotel:

U-huh – that’s a convertible Benz completely covered (seats, too) with rhinestones. As one does.

The first time we came to Japan in 2009 Hallowe’en was a low key affair. It gets bigger each time we visit.