Day 6 - Osaka
The early part of today was spent nursing our hangovers. It was almost noon when we had breakfast at an Italian restaurant where we both had the bolognese, which was rich with olive oil and had a generous topping of parmesan.
Al dente hangover cure.
We headed out for a spot of shopping then and off to the food halls of Daimaru for a light lunch to have back at the hotel.
Strange usage of the Engrish language
Deep fried heaven
3 types of Inarizushi with different fillings, parma ham salad, a katsu and some tempura thingy
Neil had a roast beef salad, katsu sandwich with some sushi and veg on the side
Post lunch nap
We got up in the late afternoon and went to Dotonbori which is like a food street that is just across the river from where we stayed in Shinsaibash.
Donkiote here has a ferris wheel like thing
At last something cultural
Wasting money
Btw, Hard Gay is from Osaka
You can rent a dog
Tacky pachinko parlour (get them everywhere here)
I was an octopus ball in my past life.
Alas, we didn't even eat at at Dotonbori. We completely missed a few landmark eating places there. Next trip lah...
We had dinner back at a little restuarant specialising in Omelette rice with katsu.
I had the works
Engrish boy just had various fried things on a stick
The pleasure quarters of Shinsaibashi at night.
An Engrish speaking establishment called Bamboo. Typical size for many a Japanese bar there, seats 8.
I wasn't hungry and but Neil ordered a quesadilla. Had a slice, was so oishi!
They also make a stew with tongue
Another bar we went to had this pre-historic pet
We got back to the room at about midnight and Neil had to sleep off his slight flu so i decided to go out and make the most of the night. Exploring the nearby streets and dodging advances from working women, I ended up in a cosy Yakitori across from Shinsaibashi.
Too much food...
A drunk man sat himself next to me and started talking to me, who i later learn is the proprietor of the place. After my meal and making fun of me by insulting my intelligence(the words "you are baka!" still haunt me), he insisted that I come for a summer BBQ that he was throwing in Kyoto next Monday. I would gladly go if I was still around in Osaka but we had to go back to Tokyo by then. Then he dragged me across the street to another establishment that he owned and made me down some premium sake (or so he claimed).
He then took me to another establishment that he owned on the other side of the street. It was a pretty cavernous bar (pretty big by local standards) and we sat ourselves at the bar counter. He then gave me some foul tasting black coloured salts that apparently were thousands of years old and was good for health or something(can't remember much at this point as the beers and sake were really taking effect). After more boisterous conversation and very painful back-slapping, I left for the room, to climb into bed after yet another night of liver pickeling.
Al dente hangover cure.
We headed out for a spot of shopping then and off to the food halls of Daimaru for a light lunch to have back at the hotel.
Strange usage of the Engrish language
Deep fried heaven
3 types of Inarizushi with different fillings, parma ham salad, a katsu and some tempura thingy
Neil had a roast beef salad, katsu sandwich with some sushi and veg on the side
Post lunch nap
We got up in the late afternoon and went to Dotonbori which is like a food street that is just across the river from where we stayed in Shinsaibash.
Donkiote here has a ferris wheel like thing
At last something cultural
Wasting money
Btw, Hard Gay is from Osaka
You can rent a dog
Tacky pachinko parlour (get them everywhere here)
I was an octopus ball in my past life.
Alas, we didn't even eat at at Dotonbori. We completely missed a few landmark eating places there. Next trip lah...
We had dinner back at a little restuarant specialising in Omelette rice with katsu.
I had the works
Engrish boy just had various fried things on a stick
The pleasure quarters of Shinsaibashi at night.
An Engrish speaking establishment called Bamboo. Typical size for many a Japanese bar there, seats 8.
I wasn't hungry and but Neil ordered a quesadilla. Had a slice, was so oishi!
They also make a stew with tongue
Another bar we went to had this pre-historic pet
We got back to the room at about midnight and Neil had to sleep off his slight flu so i decided to go out and make the most of the night. Exploring the nearby streets and dodging advances from working women, I ended up in a cosy Yakitori across from Shinsaibashi.
Too much food...
A drunk man sat himself next to me and started talking to me, who i later learn is the proprietor of the place. After my meal and making fun of me by insulting my intelligence(the words "you are baka!" still haunt me), he insisted that I come for a summer BBQ that he was throwing in Kyoto next Monday. I would gladly go if I was still around in Osaka but we had to go back to Tokyo by then. Then he dragged me across the street to another establishment that he owned and made me down some premium sake (or so he claimed).
He then took me to another establishment that he owned on the other side of the street. It was a pretty cavernous bar (pretty big by local standards) and we sat ourselves at the bar counter. He then gave me some foul tasting black coloured salts that apparently were thousands of years old and was good for health or something(can't remember much at this point as the beers and sake were really taking effect). After more boisterous conversation and very painful back-slapping, I left for the room, to climb into bed after yet another night of liver pickeling.
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