So Dave just wrote about how Tokyo wasn’t exactly what he wanted it to be. HE IS A FOOL A LITTLE. He suffers from grave ennui about 400% of the time and sometimes I have to give him a bit of an elbow in the side and tell him its his own fault that he ruined Japan for himself by over-googling. #sorrynotsorry
Handsome fool, but fool.
I for one am enjoying Japan. I am a rules follower and I have found MY PEOPLE. I now give Germany the full side eye. Yes, I am a full head taller than the lady people here and cannot talk to anyone aside from the words I learned (which stayed with me, I was very impressionable) from a very special song from of “Big Bird Goes To Japan”.
I was all of seven when this came out. And it’s catchy! Dave pretends he didn’t remember this but has been whistling the tune now so I stand by it.
Anyway…. THE RULES!
Without knowing a lot of rules (i.e. when we were without our friends who speak Japanese and have lived in Japan for years on and off) we tried our best to be polite. Politeness means not calling attention to yourself so the tall bearded guy and the girl with pink hair can only go so far. We are like walking rudeness 24/7. Politeness also means not offending the Japanese with your lack of Japanese skills.
Enter conveyer belt sushi – the silent meal except for “hello and thank you”.
After some shopping around (UGH ASIA WITH YOUR TINY SIZING STRUCTURES) we decided to console ourselves with some lunch. Out of sheer boredom, Dave walked around a little while I tried things on at Forever 21 (some things never change, whatever country you are in) and noted a place around the corner and after I threw my hands up in the air in defeat (Kat:0 Forever 21: 45) we walked over for lunch.
Except it wasn’t conveyor belt sushi. I coined it “monorail sushi”. Genki suhsi was definitely a blast. AND YOU CAN GO IN AMERICA. SO DO IT.
First, a kindly waitress points you to your seat and hands you your electronic check for when you are done. Then she kindly asked, “English?” and on your PERSONAL TOUCH SCREEN set everything up for the Western dumb dumbs. You could also order in Korean or Chinese if you are an Eastern dumb dumb.
Here’s how it works.
You place your order by touch screen.
You can order up to three things at a time to space out the ordering I suppose.Once you make your selections of nigiri, rolls, drinks, desserts, WHATEVER, you complete your round.
In a few minutes, one of the lights with weird little constipated faces lights up.
That’s how you know which track your sushi is going to arrive on. RIGHT? RIGHT? I KNOW.
There are three levels of tracks. Your sushi chef knows what seat number you are at and sends it to you. At a good pace, a tiny tray comes along and settles right in front of you.
You pick up your plate.
And you push the little constipated face light to send the tray back.
THEN YOU SQUEAL ABOUT HOW AWESOME AND FUTURISTIC AND CRAAAAAAZY IT IS.
Not to mention, the quality of the sushi was pretty good. We had some RIDICULOUS sushi other places but on a scale from 7-11 sushi to Tsujiki Market sushi, this was like a 7.
Then we ate it all.
When you are done, you just push the check out button on your screen and bring your electronic thingie back to the front where it tells the cashier your bill and you pay.
For all this technology, though, they don’t take credit cards. Which makes me make a face like this:
Genhki Sushi (locations in Hawaii, Washington State and California. Which probs actually take credit cards)
we visited their Shibuya location for maximum touristy times:
Shibuya 24-8, first floor
Around the block from the Forever 21.