Ninja restaurant
On Sunday afternoon Chris took me to Yoyogi park, which is supposed to be like Dolores park (in hipsterness not size) but it was overrun by tourists. That small defeat was dwarfed, however, by a mind-blowing chance encounter with a pair of good friends from Montreal whom I hadn't seen in a couple of years. Unbeknowest to me, they just happened to be visiting Tokyo at the same and we wound up in the same part of the park. Originally, Chris and I had planned to check out a ninja restaurant for dinner but after the initial shock had worn off, Chris called the ninjas and expanded our reservation so we could all have dinner together.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, we were shown to our seats by a waiter decked out in ninja garb and after we'd ordered from the set-course menus, ninjas proceeded to bring us courses at intervals so rapid I couldn't keep up. While the food was all very good, my favourite dish was the tempura, which handily beat out any tempura I'd ever had before. By special request from Steph, I took photos of the food. Just before we had our desserts, a ninja came over to our table and performed some magic tricks. At a mere two feet from us, it was impressive that we barely noticed how he did any of them.
