Bicyles and Ramen.

On this brilliant Tuesday morning, I woke up around 9am. Figuring Andrew and Mike were still in a booze coma, I got up fucked around on the internet for a bit.  It was a while before we got up and going, but soon decided that we were going to take a bike ride to get "White Guy Ramen." White Guy Ramen, of course being another made up name. The ramen we were on a quest for was from a shop owned by a white guy named Ivan from Long Island. He was actually quite popular out here. He had two restaurants and cup ramen in grocery stores all over Tokyo.

Ramen in Japan is quite different that the states. It is quite fatty, but at least here they don't give you a block of stiff noodles, have you dump hot water over it, and sprinkle it with MSG. Sure, the Ramen you buy in grocery stores here sing something of the same tune, but not nearly as terrible as the 25 cent packs you buy back in the states. The ramen here is large, delicious, and hearty. Usually there are 3 different flavors to choose from, and one daily special. You can choose to add raw egg, or pork, or both. Definitely not good for you, but definitely worth going back for.

We biked and biked and biked and finally found the spot where we indulged in some heavy ramen. After the ramen ride, we jumped back onto our trusty steeds and found ourselves at another sushi spot. This conveyer belt sushi place was 100x more intense than the first. There were many more types of sushi going around at this location, PLUS an addition of juice boxes and fruit. And let me tell you, I like it when juice boxes pass by at a conveniently slow pace along side of tasty sashimi and sushi rolls.

After sushi we biked off the 10lbs of food we had just consumed and headed over to Harijuku to do some window shopping. We found a couple of cool t-shirt shops that happened to be playing Motion City Soundtrack, which felt like home. But really we were just killing time until it was time to meet up with Diachi in Nakano at the 80's bar Jamie used to work at. It was small and underground with tons of 80's vinyl and posters on the wall. After requesting a plentiful amount of 80's jams, we called it quits and headed home for the night. I am pretty sure we need an 80's bar in minneapolis. Scratch that, an 80's karaoke bar. yep.