Mr Iizuka was friends with the owner of Nagoya’s most famous eel restaurant. That fact secured us a table while others waited two hours in the lobby. As far as I know this was the first time I’d eaten eel but I’m continuing to discover new things about my time here as a baby thanks to those with a better memory than a 9 month-old. Apparently I’ve already been to Magome, the old post town I’m heading to after Nagoya, and even to the supermarket around the corner from the apartment.
The meal was great, I’m sure I’ll eat eel again. Today most of the Onada family came to town and both Mr and Mrs speak excellent english (Ren does too when he spoke) so I could talk more freely and switch off the slow translation mode I’ve been in all week. After eating I indulged in a little commercialism, fawning over the shiny computers in the Apple store (who had locked down the network to stop video chatting to my dad in New Zealand, just in case it looked too cool and encouraged people to buy one) and then at the raincoats in Mont-bell. I went in there for some rubber feet for my hiking poles and came dangerously close to spending 10 times more on some shiny new clothes.
Next on our walk came the food hall. Two floors of amazing sweets, savories, fish, vegetables and more. All with the care and attention you’d expect from such a hard working nation. They came in all shapes and sizes, colours and textures. The one that really made me laugh was the noodle cake. A round base heaped high with ramen and called a ‘Mont Blanc’.
Oh yeah, they were giving out free ice-creams out side. I scored three of them :)
Word of the day: u-na-gi = eel
[Craig's photographs still to come]