Afterthoughts: Dining in Japan
This trip further drove a point home - no reservations, no talk. Particularly in a country called Japan. Do not get me wrong, I love the country and its food. And Japan possibly ranks tops for me if I had to return just for the food. Like it or not, the Japanese language is their main choice of language for communication. Whether or not its for historical or personal reasons, many of these restaurants are not just about to bend their backs forward and backwards just to accommodate intruders (read: tourists). The limiting power of the hotel concierge got us slots in restaurants that accepted reservations only and that was perhaps the best we could have done, anyway. The long grandmother's story is, I planned to do a walk in at a Japanese-speaking and obviously Japanese owned izakaya of some sort - the hotel concierge could not even get us a reservation which should already ring some bells. Found our way to the place and happily stepped in and gestured 2. The already frowny owner...