Look at this. It's real French Toast, made by a real French girl. Yum. This was a present from LFF, who said that she appreciated the fact that I gave her the opportunity to speak French. I always figured that the French called French Toast just toast, but I wasn't sure, so I asked her. Turns out they call it pain perdu, which means lost bread. Being Canadian, I knew the history behind French toast from history class (French Canadian history, to be exact), but I let her explain it to me anyway because she seemed excited about it.
For those of you who slept through history class, here it is, briefly: French toast is just the way poor people rescued stale bread, on the French country side.
I tried making French Toast for Fran a few times, but she never appreciated it. She says that I squish the bread down too much and it ends up looking like roadkill after a rainstorm. I just squeeze on more syrup and make her finish it.
Tokyo's weird. The place is divided up into commercial districts. What I mean is, one-stop shopping (which is all the rage back home) doesn't exist here outside of Don Q's. Certain sections of the city are dedicated to one type of good, books, electronics, food, clothes, etc. Makes Xmas shopping a bitch, I would imagine.
These are two pictures that I took just outside Jimbocho Station (on the Hanzomon Line), the book district of Tokyo. There must be about 50 of these book stores, all spread out over 5 or 6 blocks. How the hell is anyone supposed to find anything in this mess?
This is Akihabara. You can find this on the Yamanote Line. It's the electronics district of Tokyo. From even before I came to Tokyo, I heard myths about advanced, cheap electronics for sale in this place. And it's almost all that. The selection here would have any self-respecting gadget freak suppressing an erection, but the prices aren't all that great.
Didn't get any electronics in Akihabara, but I did pick up this nice spoon and spork (half spoon, half fork) set for 100JPY.
I went to Akihabara with Sam today, and she took this shot. It looks like we are all pissing against the wall, but we are in fact staring like zombies at the video screens.
I was the last addition to the line, and as a result, got the crappiest game. I couldn't even get out of the title screen, everything was in Japanese. After 5 minutes of trying to get a new game started, I just told Sam to take the picture while I pretended to have fun. I suppose I should learn to read.
This is a common sight in Tokyo. People walking around, heads bent, staring down at their phones. If you look hard enough, you will see that they are all doing the same thing: composing emails with their right thumbs. I often catch myself doing it, though I use two hands. It's faster.
They should really change the Japanese flag from the red circle on the while rectangle to this. It's more representative.