The snow cone is made by shaving a big block of ice into a cup, intermittently squeezing flavouring on, with a beautifully satisfying machine that looks like something pre-electricity. The tiny wooden building that housed the snow cones was next to a little outdoor bar, so we popped in for a beer and cocktail of iced oolong and shochu. Refreshed somewhat, we continued our meandering until it was time to head to Shinjuku for dinner and our show.
Godzilla is now a permanent feature in Shinjuku, so we went and took a few photos of him, and then had a quick tea. We had a cheap dinner of gyoza and chicken karaage, and then it was time for robots! This show was quite expensive, and we had to pre book, so our hopes were high, and it didn't disappoint.
The building itself is utterly insane both inside and out, with lights, mirrors, gold, bling, velour, crystals and absolutely no taste or restraint whatsoever. If Liberace and Trump had a mirror ball baby, you might get close to the style of decor. We were treated to some excellent live jazz saxophone and guitar while we waited, which was thoroughly incongruous with the setting, and then we went down three floors to the stage. What looked uninspiring initially quickly became an overwhelming performance that included drums, dance, giant robot women/dinosaurs/dragons/
We left with our ears ringing, and to quote the loud Americans behind us, "what did we just watch?" In need of some quiet time, we stopped at a tea and cake house, had lovely cake and coffee, and then made our way home. Andrew still wasn't feeling well, so we visited a pharmacy where the pharmacist was very insistent that the medication is not to be taken with anything else at all, with food, with water! So it should do the trick nicely. Time for tea and rice cakes. Until tomorrow, oyasumi.
- Jess
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