Welcome to Japan (well, Tokyo to be precise. Later on Kyoto). And please note that while the locals are extremely courteous and welcoming..not a word of English was exchanged. So first things first, lots of patience and luck. Here’s the full scoop:
1. If you can avoid Narita Airport, that would definitely work in your favor, as it is at least 75 minutes away from the city. The last thing I wanted to do after 15 hours of traveling and 12 hours of jetlag was get cozy in a two and a half hour bus ride to the hotel (you can take a train as well but we were schlepping too much). So check out Haneda Airport.
Stop #1: Tsukiji Fish Market.
True Life: I have a magazine fetish. Okay, and I kind of like to photograph them with my coffee and stuff. I’m very inspired to see all kinds of magazines emerging around town. Here are some of my new faves…
After exposing a serious meat OD on the last post…I found it completely necessary to balance out the situation and include some plant-friendly friends that I whipped up in a few min.
Sometimes i get an itch from my former carnivorous self. It ogles a burger and inner-salivates, envisions a fried egg on top, and already regrets the imaginary feast before even dreaming of the fries.
If Immaculate Infatuation says it’s a go, than you don’t need brainpower or reassurance to confirm any doubts. You just go for the #eeeeeats and triple dip your crunchy fresh, homemade chips in a stunning batch of guac and some salsas (smoked cashew? Cute breath, but yes) at Empellon Taqueria and call it a night.
If I could bathe in this cookie and soak in it’s doughy moisture, I would lather it on like it’s nobody’s business. I realize that this is a bit strange. But I waited in a nice little line for this gorgeous hunk of heaven that is a Levain chocolate chip walnut cookie, and my muffin top and bursting denim button won’t let me forget it.
…mercury poisoning and eating my spinning class.
…boredom, hungry friends, lemons, limes, basil, mini cucumbers, bomb inspiration from Food&Wine mag, and a blender, make basil cucumber lemonade. Life actually made us (Danielle and I) linger at Fresh Market for quite some time…it didn’t exactly just hand us the tree of basil we purchased. Or you can be that person and drink that gnarly pre-made sugary Simply Lemonade thing, whatev. I ain’t judging. Well, maybe a little.
By the time I finally make the executive decision to crawl out of bed, it’s somehow Sunday evening and than Monday and than…WTF, I’m having my morning espresso, dark circles creeping under leftover mascara smudge, and bun high on my head to blend right in at the gym full of Lululemon-heads with biceps bigger than my
In my latest blog post for Tucked-In, I chronicle the essentials in Entertaining 101. I mean, all you really need is eats, dranks, talkative friends and a killer spotify playlist. Holla at mine for the best in throwbacks–Ja Rule and Ashanti are basically my parents.