Food
The best meal in Tokyo is always the one you didn't plan. The seven-seat counter you walked past twice before noticing the handwritten sign. The standing ramen bar at 11pm where nobody looks up when you come in. The department store basement that turns out to be the finest food hall you've ever stood in, slightly overwhelmed, holding a paper bag of things you can't identify.
Tokyo takes eating seriously in a way that feels less like pretension and more like basic respect. The ingredients matter. The timing matters. The silence of a chef who knows what they're doing matters.
Eat everywhere. Eat often. Never apologise for pointing.
Occasional dispatches — new journal entries, quiet places we've just come back from, and the odd reading list. No schedule. No noise.
