First morning in Japantown

Our first morning in the city dawned delightfully stormy and moody, though the rain was rather of the torrential variety, and we quickly ducked inside Japantown's indoor plaza for shelter. We have still to get used to the fact that "QQ hours" are not the same as business hours, and nearly all of the stores were still locked and shuttered. The morning cafes and bakeries, however, were already beginning to bustle with early customers, and let me tell you that the bakeries in Japantown are nothing to be sneezed at! We found a little watergarden cafe where M. ordered an omelet (QQ pursed her lips and refused to try it). But the real draw was on the side of the cafe where a little takeout window with a painted sign advertised "Taiyaki" - a sort of moulded fish-shaped cake filled with either red beans (very traditional), banana, or bananas with melted chocolate.
We were instantly smitten, and spent a half hour or so watching the little cakes being poured, browned and trimmed.
I have to tell you, I am a sucker for both Japanese design and Japanese cooking. I mean, if you're going to make a pancake, is there any reason why it shouldn't be this beautiful to look at?
In the end, we ordered a chocolate and banana taiyaki.
Unwrapping our culinary delight. One of my favorite things about the Japanese aesthetic is that - well, put simply, the journey is the destination. Unwrapping something as beautifully crafted as this is half the pleasure. Whether it's the slow, methodical ritual of the Japanese bath, the tea ceremony, or the elaborate preparation of a simple dish, the craftsmanship, the artifice, the presentation make the experience. It is truly breathtaking, and gets me at the core every time.
The taiyaki were so pretty and so perfectly prepared that I had a hard time taking the first bite. As you can see by QQ's expression, she was resistant even to the idea. But I tell you what, I have a feeling that we'll end up with a taiyaki maker at home...and one day when QQ's tastes have expanded beyond cheese puffs, she'll thank us for the introduction!
Done with breakfast and ready for the next adventure.
Most of the stores were still closed, but even window shopping is a pleasure in this environment. Everything the Japanese design is pleasing to the eye.
Q was mesmerized with these little bobblehead toys which nod their heads in a meditative rhythm thanks to a tiny solar panel embedded in the base. I have one in my studio which M. got me last year on my birthday - mine is a monkey, and as it dances it also infuses the air with a delicious scent of lemon blossoms...delightful, and so soothing to the senses!
Just so pretty.
See what I'm talking about? These were from the windows of an enormous and comprehensive Japanese book and collectible emporium that headlines the Japantown shopping center. I was a goner the moment I glanced in at their displays through the glass, and, hard as I tried to feign indifference, my husband saw right through me. We were among the first customers in the door when they opened that morning.
I don't know what it is, but even the kawaii stuff just appeals to me on some very basic level.
Is it just me?
The kicker on these - the real genius of the concept - is that they come in "mystery boxes". Each set has a single box design, inside of which (like a high-end version of the prize inside the cereal box) is one of a dozen or so different models. Of course, you wind up wanting to collect them all. At about $6 a pop, they seem like an affordable indulgence....
There are sets of curious little dolls like the ones above (the pigs in costume are also strangely appealing), sets of kitchen items, sets of meals (see the lobster dinner with champagne on the table here), sets of traditional Japanese country foods, sets of home furnishings....
...but I knew I was lost when I came upon the sets of modernist designer chairs. This is my realm, my "fetish", and my downfall. I adore classic modern designer chairs. In design school, I longed to take the seminar on chair design (though I didn't have time, since I was attempting to cram an entire degree into two semesters...no mean feat). The names Bertoia, Eames and Le Corbusier (or "Le Corbu" as we affectionately called him in design school) strike joy in my heart. In real life, I can't even come close to affording these chairs. I have a single knock-off Bertoia diamond chair which I use as my office chair, and even that was a splurge. Design Within Reach is far out of reach for my budget. So the sight of these tiny miniatures set me instantly lusting. I bought one that first morning, and went back for another one each day of our trip, waiting until we were back in the hotel room of an evening to open my "mystery box" and see which chair I had! Sigh. I did not collect all of them - that would have been a bit over-indulgent (and then what would I have to look forward to?) - just one for each day of the trip. But I did end up with some good ones...enough little boxes that I had to have my loot shipped home via UPS. Now I excitedly wait for the box to arrive so that I can unpack them for a second time and find a shelf for them!
Even QQ saw the attraction of the designer chairs! Maybe she'll inherit her mama's obsession. Or maybe she'll design chairs of her own! At any rate, she'll have the coolest dollhouse furniture on the block when she's old enough to handle them carefully. Oh, yes, she will.
A Yoshitomo Nara book which, showing great restraint, we did not purchase.
The funniest thing we saw while in Japantown were the teenaged Caucasian Harajuku-girl-wannabes. I had no idea such a thing existed. It was really quite amazing. And it looked labor-intensive to create this kind of cosplay hairdo with fine Caucasian hair. They were like bees to honey in this bookstore, needless to say! I asked M. what he thought their goal was, hanging out in Japantown dressed up like a bunch of groupies. He promptly said, "Waiting for Sailor Moon to come sweep them off their feet, I imagine. He's dreamy!"
My husband is a crackup.
QQ leading the way.
A world of Japanese books and magazines. To my credit, I kept my book purchases to a single miniature volume of Hiroshige woodblock prints.
The Japanese have a way with prints. Oh, the exquisite simplicity.
A happy girl.
Kawaii overload.
As you can see, this restaurant was apparently attended by John and Yoko at some point, as well as Keanu Reeves. Since we did not eat here, we can't vouch for it. But we did sample several others, and the food was consistently superb. In fact, I don't think I've ever had so many really exquisite meals during the course of a single trip before.

Headed out again in the rain.