Day 5 - Osaka

Shinkansen!
We overslept (got up at 10.30) and rushed to catch the 12.10pm Shinkansen(bullet train) to Osaka. We were worried that we were gonna miss it, in case we got lost in the maze that is Tokyo station or got on the wrong platform(these super efficient trains leave on the dot). By sheer luck, the exit from our train from Baraki Nakayama was less than 100 meters from where the Shinkansen entrance was. With less than 10minutes before our train leaving, we had already got ourselves beer and bento, quintessential things for a bullet train ride.

i had what i thought was unagi, but was someother kind of fish

Neil had the kastu don bento

Not a cafe for dogs like they have in Singapore but a pretty posh one for humans

This building is probably a bitch to water and weed

Roaming around Shinsaibashi, looking for a place to stay, i just had to have one of the specialities from Osaka... takoyaki

and later okonomiyaki at the basement food hall of Daimaru

Had a drink at an Engrish pub(it was the only watering hole that was open that early) this dark Heiniken was niceeee, pity they don't have it back home.

We found a reasonable place to stay on the main drag and cleaned up before a night on the town. Wandering around at 8pm, we found most bars empty(it was a Tuesday night after all. We ended up in a bar called B-trip, having beer after beer. We were getting bored and restless. The bartender tells us that B-trip usually comes to life at about 5am.

I next ordered what a lady across the bar had. It was called a red-eye. Half beer and half tomato juice, served with tabasco and pepper. Yummy, just like a bloody mary. Neil insisted that it was a woman's drink but i couldnt be arsed. Quite drunk, we left B-trip for some food. The bartender suggested a 500yen restaurant. We thought that it was an all-u-can eat establishment, but it actually 500 yen per item. Kinda steep for a hole in the wall but the food was good.

You got to love the menu

remanants of a 500 yen fried chicken

spagetti with crunchy bits of minced meat, oishi!

quite amazing what is churned out in this tiny corridor of a kitchen

We had more drinks at an Engrish speaking establishment called Bamboo(the owner Daryl is an aussie ex-english teacher). We ended up pretty drunk horsing around in Donkiote(a chain of shops that sells a smogasboard of things, kinda like Mustafa's)

Neil feeling pretty