August in Tokyo

Sorry for not posting for a while, it has been very hot and humid here lately, over 90 degrees with humidity to match, so we have been sticking pretty close to home. There is plenty to see without leaving the city though, and many interesting districts are just a short, air-conditioned subway ride away. Yesterday we went to Ginza, and as soon as we made it up to street level I had one of those "gosh, we really are in Tokyo" moments:



Ginza is a high-end shopping district. Every luxury brand I am aware of (along with many that I had never heard of until yesterday) all have stores in Ginza. We did a lot of window-shopping, ate lunch at a TGI Friday's to see if it was the same as a TGI Friday's the US (it is, by the way), and passed by a bonsai store with an apple tree out front (you can see the TGI Friday's banner behind the bonsai):



Robbie and Sarah also posed for a picture with what I can only assume is the physical manifestation of an animated Japanese cartoon character:




After we took this picture, we went to the Ginza Baby Gap to find Robert a couple of new outfits since he will soon be out of his 18 month clothes. At the Baby Gap, Robert threw his first tantrum.

If you were not previously aware, you should understand that Robert has a thing for balloons. On a lark, we bought him a mylar balloon for Valentine's day, and Cupid must have gotten him with an arrow because he was smitten by this balloon. Robert was about 9 months old, not even crawling very well yet, but he would sit with that balloon, tug its string, and laugh and coo as it bounced and jiggled in the air. Over the week and a half or so that it held its helium, it was quite literally hours of entertainment of the very highest caliber.

Several months later we were in the checkout line at the grocery store, it must have been early June, and Robert pointed toward the ceiling. I had never seen him point at anything before, so I looked toward the object of his desire and what could it be? A "Congratulations Graduate!" balloon, of course! And because it is never too soon to begin practicing spoiling your child, I immediately grabbed it, purchased it, and we took it home with us for a second week and a half of buoyant, bouncing, helium-filled, mylar wrapped fun.

We have not seen any mylar balloons since we have been in Tokyo, but at the Baby Gap there was another toddler with a green helium-filled rubber balloon attached to her stroller. Robert soon spotted that balloon, and he wanted it. He was out of his stroller walking around the store and began stalking the green balloon. Soon he began crying, then wailing because he could not toddle fast enough to catch up to the balloon. A clerk came up and asked if there was anything she could do to help. When I explained that my son was a balloon freak, she nodded sympathetically and then disappeared. The balloon stroller lady had left the store by this point and Robert was inconsolable. He was casting about the store, looking for that balloon, and crying miserably because he could not find it.

Generally, if Robert is crying and we pick him up, that's the end of it. He almost never cries when we hold him -- unless we are trying to get him to sleep of course. This day though, even being held was no comfort to him. Suddenly however, he quit crying and began to squirm. I turned around, and the clerk had returned with an orange helium-filled balloon! She slipped its string around his wrist and it was as if she'd thrown a switch. His tears dried up, and he showed off all 8 of his teeth in a big wide grin as he played with his new toy.

We thanked her, made our purchases, and headed back home again with a very happy little boy. The balloon lost its buoyancy overnight, but not its magic; Robert has been dragging it around the apartment off and on all day.

One final note regarding TGI Friday's. We decided to take a meal there to see how it compared to a stateside TGI Friday's, mostly because shortly after our arrival we discovered a Denny's near our apartment and decided to have a breakfast there one Sunday morning. For those of you who have known me since school, you are probably aware at there was a point in my life when I felt about as strongly for Denny's as my son does for balloons.

I figured that Denny's is Denny's, so was caught completely off-guard by the selections awaiting me once I opened the menu. They were, uhm, ethnic: soups, salads, rice, grilled or boiled fish, noodles, etc., were the major categories of breakfast selections. You could get a side of eggs, of course, but the "Grand Slams" and "Moons Over My Hammy" were missing in action, no short stacks of pancakes, biscuits and gravy, or hashed browns greeted the eye, and I dare say this Denny's staff had never heard the term "covered and smothered". Of course, 覆われ、窒息させる (according to translate.google.com) doesn't roll off the tongue (certainly my tongue, at any rate!) quite as well in Japanese as it does in English.

Perhaps that is why we Americans tend toward heavy? If only it were more cumbersome to order that our pile of pan-fried shoestring potatoes come replete with country gravy and cheddar, but I digress...

As the final blow, Japanese Denny's have a different blend of coffee. It is stronger and more bitter than in America, just like most coffee you will find here. And, adding insult to injury, it is served in a proper china coffee cup with saucer; no classic Denny's mug, jumbly-lettered or otherwise.

So I ordered myself a bowl of vegetable soup with a side of toast for breakfast, sipped my coffee, and drank in the strangeness of it all. I have not yet been back to the Japanese Denny's, but I probably will at some point -- it appears to be part of the cultural experience. TGI Friday's on the other hand, we can probably hold off on until we are in the states.

Oh, and as a final food-related note, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to eat at the "Seattle Burger" we found last weekend in Akihabara:



It was good. They were playing the Beach Boy's Greatest Hits, and we were the only people in the restaurant. Robert was asleep in his stroller the whole time; Sarah and I each had cheeseburger meals that probably cost about 8 dollars each. We could have had the ¥1,890 Teriyaki burger, barely visible on the upper left-hand side of the photo. It would set you back about $15.60 at the current exchange rate of 114 yen to the dollar, but it looks like one heck of a burger. Maybe next time.