i ate again on that little laneway in shinjuku that i mentioned before. i discovered from the men i drank with, apart from that it would cost me $500 to go see the snow for the night (if i took bullet train to jho ethu)... the street was called memory street (omoide yokocho)... it burnt down 2 years ago. they wondered why i was at such an old fashoined place. they thought it was odd, but when asked why they were there, they said "because i am japanese"
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