So day 2 in Tokyo started off with a terrible hitch since I tried to sleep earlier than normal and rise at 2 a.m. in order to see the world famous Tsukiji Fish Market tuna auction. I dragged my zombie self downstairs and into a cab. As we arrived, it looked suspiciously devoid of activity, and I saw the sign said “Regular holiday”…th0gnqw9n0G$#@! 8 hours of sleep and 60 bucks poorer, I threw my sad self into my bed.
I only slept for about five hours, and eventually I decided to check out Matsuya which was right across the street. Hiromi, the front desk girl from my first post who recommended the fugu restaurant, gave me the name of this place after I asked her for a place where Japanese people eat breakfast. She was very specific too in insisting that I get the natto special. For those who don’t know, natto is a popular Japanese breakfast food that consists of fermented soy beans. So I shuffled my zombie self over to Matsuya, and I looked for brain…er…natto. 
I found it on the poster, but then I walked inside to find a machine with pictures and coin slots on it. I then realized you had to put in your order and get a ticket which in turn would be given to one of the cooks. Hooray for no language barriers through cold, impersonal technology! I looked around the convoluted diner counter at the busy salarymen quickly slurping down their noodles or a group of old timers slowly sipping their tea while having a very muted conversation like only the Japanese can. Suddenly I was chest deep in a Japanese breakfast complete with miso soup, rice, pickled veggies, a boiled egg, dried seaweed and a small tub of natto.
I poured myself a large glass of water from the complimentary jugs on the counter and sipped a bit of my free tea before tearing into this bargain of a meal (only 3 USD equivalent). It was no Denny’s Grand Slam breakfast by any stretch of the imagination in regard to how hearty of a meal it was, but the fluffy, sticky rice filled me up eventually along with the crispy dried seaweed sheets that made nice encasings for the starchy staple. The miso soup was excellent since it was warming, bursting with a savory effervesence with each spoonful. I didn’t find the pickled vegetables to be very delicious which then led me to the star of the show: natto. I know my friend, Nathan, who’s with me in Korean now has always extolled the health benefits of eating this soy bean creation, so I wanted to see why he loves it so much. When I took the seal off the container, I was greeted with a slightly pungent odor, and I watched a guy next to me put the horseradish and soy sauces in the bowl and stir it around vigorously.
That sticky-icky
I did the same, and after a decent amout of agitation, I ate a bit. I nearly gagged with the taste and texture. Not only were the beans oddly slippery and musty tasting, they were coated in these strings that resulted in me looking like I was munching on a spider web. It certainly was a surreal experience for breakfast, but not one I would repeating anytime soon. Lunch, however, I would repeat in a heartbeat.
After a whirlwind tour of the city’s shrines, I was ready to check out Kujiraya in Shibuya which is straight out the Shibuya metro station exit 3a past the 109 store. 
Before walking in, I thought this sign was interesting in terms of highlighting the caloric content of the whale meat, and its inherent superiority to beef and pork. 
This promotion of whale meat was slightly countered by the Japanese doorman indicating to me on a sheet in at least five different languages that it was an eatery that only served whale; a clear sign that eating this traditional meat could prove to be quite contentious with foreign customers. While the Japanese are often villified for their continued whale hunting expeditions, there are communities in the Faroe Islands off of Denmak that to this day kill whales just to prove their manhood in a rite of passage. They don’t even use the animals like the Japanese do, but I wasn’t there to make a political/moral statement. I just wanted to try this oft talked about delicacy. I highly recommend coming here during the lunch hour which starts at 12:30 pm since they had a great deal with lunch sets for roughly 15 dollars compared to the dinners that started at 60 dollars. 
I got the cheapest option with the fried whale set. It came with unlimited rice, the whale slices, miso soup, pickled vegetables, and an incredibly fresh salad. 
The two standouts were the whale and the salad, surprisingly. I don’t know what made the salad especially unique, but perhaps Korea isn’t known for having just regular vegetables in a salad sans vinegar or a thick slathering of mayo. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what the tangy dressing consisted of, but I could say for certain that it was some type of vinaigrette. Then there was the whale…Lord, the whale!
I could see why Captain Ahab went made looking for Moby Dick because it was quite possibly one of the greatest meats I have ever tasted. It was a deep burgundy with slight marbling that had a pseudo-fish flavor profile yet the buttery breading made it taste more like beef. I would gladly eat it again if I had the chance. This sustenance provided an excellent springboard to the wonderful and mysterious dinner I would have that night.
After resting a bit at my hostel, I walked out exit 8 at the Nagatacho metro stop to find the clandestine Ninja Akasaka restaurant. The door blends into a non-descript corrugated wall below a shopping center, so keep your eyes peeled for the minimally lit seal on the wall that says “Ninja”.
When people think of Japan, they think of robots, Pokemon, samurai, and ninjas. I was determined to see them all, and it just sweetened the deal to think I could eat in a ninja dojo. I walked into the place, and it was incredibly dark. The hostess clapped her hands, and a woman ninja literally jumped out of a wooden panel in the wall. She spoke English as she led me through the ninja traps that were laid along the way to my table which included two trap doors and a drawbridge. We eventually got to the dining area which thankfully was a bit lighter, but not much as we walked between narrow ninja cabins and houses on the stone pathway while torches flickered overhead.
My ninja offered to hang up my jacket as I sat down, and I joked saying, “No ninja magic?” which she got a kick out of. She also warned me to remember my table name if I went to the bathroom because I would get lost in the labrynth. I got the menu which was a giant scroll, and it’s not the cheapest place to eat in Tokyo. I obviously looked at the cheaper options for the “ninja” section kept the bill under 50 USD. I got the shuriken (ninja throwing stars) pate along with the hidden sushi along with a cup of sochu or Japanese brandy on the side. Surprisingly it was cheaper than the beer at around 4 bucks a glass. My server warned me it was strong, but I got it on the rocks since I’m a boss like that. When I got it, it tasted like a weaker vodka with more of a slight floral taste.
The shuriken came out first in an interesting presentation where the black crackers were on a bundle of sticks which gave them the illusion of being stuck in a piece of wood. 
The pieces of pate that I smeared on the crackers were also cut to look like throwing stars, and it was a well executed piece. The crackers were crisp, and the pate was decadent like goose liver paste should be. 
Then came my hidden sushi which was minimalist in design but gargantuan in flavor. It was called “hidden” sushi because the piece of onion was hollowed out to a gossamer-thin sheet and then stuffed with rice to give each piece extra body. 
However, it didn’t overpower the chunks of fatty tuna that were extra-tender and high quality. The proper way to each piece was to couple the onion and tuna together while skimming them through the wasabi and chili sauce streaks on the plate. Like a well trained ninja, the food vanquished my hunger pangs before I even knew it, but there was still the issue of dessert. The waitress gave me a small piece of paper for the dessert menu, and I went with the snow frog. As soon as I made my choice, she said to remember what I ordered and proceeded to light the menu on fire. It quickly exploded leaving me to wonder what other crazy things these people had in store for my dining experience? That question was quickly answered when the waitress told me the ninja master was coming to do magic for me. I was greeted by a large, male ninja who proceeded to pull money out of my ears, hands, and shirt. I need to take him to Vegas with me, and thankfully my wallet was still full. He then did some crazy rope tricks along with a cups trick where he created potatoes and cloves of garlic out of cloth balls after he made me tap them a bunch of times while under said cups. Eventually, my snow frog came out which was creatively presented as a frog literally made out of cream cheese and residing under a leaf on a chocolate cake lilypad. 
The snow came from my server grating a sweet cheese over the leaf looking like some freshly fallen snow. It was so precise and Japanese it hurt in a good way. The cheese cake was wonderful. It was stuffed with juicy blueberries, slices of strawberries, and a hint of kiwi. All of that combined with the chocolate cake was the perfect flourish to one of the most unpredictable meals I’ve ever had in my life. However, my adventure didn’t end there. As I was being escorted out through an alternate route that ended up back at the entrance, I walked out the door to the metro stop. Suddenly, I heard someone yell, “Arigatou gozaimashita!” (Thank you!) I whipped around to see my ninja guide crouched down on the sidewalk with a scroll unfurled saying, “Please come again!” It was a wonderful gesture among many others that made my ninja dinner one of the highlights of my entire Tokyo trip. I’d recommend it to anyone if you’re looking for a dining experience that is anything but ordinary.
Unfortunately, they seemed to be closed and too busy bobbing about in the sea. Nevertheless, I had a great time just walking around the area and taking in some breathtaking views. 
After having a brief constitutional on the beach, we made our way to Ulsan city proper to a fish restaurant that specialized in whale. Given that I had already tried whale in Japan, I wanted to have something else that the restaurant did well. The waitress recommended the maeuntang and mulhwoe which I naturally agreed with since she’s the native, and I’m just the waygookin (foreigner) along for the ride. Before the main entrees came out, they supplied us with typical side dishes, but a couple were different like a plate of peanuts.
I didn’t think Koreans ate peanuts since I’ve never seen them being sold in the grocery store, but these were different from what I was used to since they were boiled. I knew other cuisines like some African recipes and even some parts of the American South eat boiled peanuts, but this was a first for me. 
They were oddly purple and slightly soft. I think I’ll stick to the traditional crunchy ones. The dishes eventually came out which didn’t scare me as much as her description of the main dish as sushi mixed with bibimbap. I’m not a huge fish fan, so I was surprised when I found I really enjoyed both choices.
My mulhwoe consisted of a big bowl filled with pink, tender slices of fish, sesame seeds, an avalanche of radishes or some sort of root vegetable, and a hefty helping of green onions. Similar to bibimbap, it came with a side of gochujang or chili sauce that I slathered on my fish molehill, but this one was a bit different compared to the sauce served with warm bibimbap in the sense that it was thinner in consistency and sweeter.
As for the maeuntang, it lived up to its name in Korean as a spicy soup that was filled with large chunks of flaky white fish pieces with the bones still in per usual in Korean cooking and lots of onions and peppers.
It warmed my mouth and my stomach in the best way possible, and the broth was thankfully not too salty.
I felt like the guest of honor when I got the biggest bone with the most pork on it.
The side vegetables were steamed or slathered in chili sauce and were average in taste, but I took all of it and put it in a lettuce leaf to make a mini-package to deliver the food from the plate to my mouth. It was a similar experience to my ssambap dinner. Overall, I would highly recommend trying kamjatang and possam if you have the chance and want a hearty meal that is healthy as well.
Mastication Monologues 