hajimemashite little tokyo
About three or so weeks ago, James and I got bitten by the adventure bug one Sunday afternoon. He felt it would be best to show me the route to their office building so I could join them for early morning departure to Quezon. After a long ride from Cainta to Makati, walking down blocks, taking the underpass, and huffing and puffing up stairs, we soon found ourselves in front of his building. Hurrah!
(Come to think of it, he did mention he would walk from the MRT station to his building everyday -- which meant he walked an uneven kilometer, popping over and under the street surface everyday. Now think of how he must've managed carrying all the weapons we constructed back then. Oh dear.)
Hurrah! What now?
We were on this adventure anyway, so we decided, in for a penny, out for a pound! We hailed a cab, and asked the driver to takes to Little Tokyo, just behind Makati Cinema Square and along Chino Roces avenue, whichever route he felt more familiar with, thank you kindly. Luckily, the driver was quite familiar with the place, as he told us he'd delivered many Japanese nationals, food trippers, and couples like us to its torii.
And here we were. Couldn't wait to get inside.
The long walk along a quiet, right-angled Japanese open-air corridor soon opened up to a courtyard of tables, seats, the low buzz of cooking, Japanese television, and restaurant staff chatting away as they prepared for the evening rush of eager diners.
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