Don't let the name fool you. I really did go to a 4-day dental conference in Tokyo last week. Only problem is (if you consider it a problem) I didn't take any pictures of the conference. Who really wants to see a photo of a bunch of guys in uniforms sitting at a table staring at another guy in a uniform lecturing on the best way to do some sort of dental treatment? Not anyone that reads this blog, I'm sure. So what do I have for you today? More pictures of Tokyo (and none of the conference). This time I went to Tokyo just me and another dentist I work with (poor grammar, but who's checking?). With no kids in tow, the possibilities really opened up for what we could see and do. And of course we took this unique opportunity in the evenings to visit some of the more popular areas of the city.
We started out on Monday hoping to catch Space-A (space available) on the military flight to Tokyo. As luck would have it, an O-6 (Colonel) dentist from DC was visiting Misawa and headed down to the conference as well, so we basically said "we're with him" and I'd like to think that that got us a guaranteed seat on the plane (since otherwise we were at the bottom of the priority list). That started a chain of events that eventually landed us meeting up with another O-6 in Tokyo who arranged for his wife to give the two of us a ride to the train station so we could get to the hotel. So far the trip was going extremely well.
We were exhausted from traveling all morning, so by the time we got to the hotel we were both looking forward to nice comfortable (separate) beds for a quick power nap. Alas, that was not to be, for we arrived prior to checkin time and had to wait for the room to be ready. "Is our room ready?" "Sorry, not yet. 20 minutes come back." (30 minutes and one microwaved cheeseburger later) "Is our room ready?" Sorry, not yet. 20 minutes come back." (30 minutes and one power nap in hotel lobby chair later) "Is our room ready?" "Sorry, not yet. 20 minutes come back." (One hour, I've been through the gift store twice, I just look at the guy and he says it's ready later) We have a room. So we expect a standard double room. Standard double. That means 2 beds right? Nope. One bed and one couch sleeper that an elephant slept on last night. Nothing a little plywood can't fix (and we did). That was the worst of it though. Despite the hiccup with the beds, the week actually turned out great for many reasons (besides the point that my table clinic took first place).
Anyway, that night we went to Roppongi district where just about any popular restaurant in America can be found. Tom and I had a hankering for Aussie steak, so we made a beeline for Outback Steakhouse: Bloomin' onion, babyback ribs, sirloin steak. Sooooooooo goooooooooood. I will personally escort anyone from the states who comes to visit us to Outback Steakhouse in Tokyo just so you can experience heaven for your tongue. After dinner, we walked around the area looking for some cool places. Soon, we found ourselves bombarded by this African dude in a suit trying to interest us "two fine gentlemen" in visiting a certain "noble" establishment (read strip club). Immediately after politely turning him down, a second African man stops us and introduces himself. I say, are you trying to get us to visit your strip club? "No, of course not," he says, "I want you to visit this gentlemen's club." Again, shook him off politely. Literally half a second later another African guy in a suit approches us, only he's got a business card. We just ignore him a walk away. As we go down the street one more guy comes after us. I wasn't very nice to him. I didn't let him say much. You must always watch out for bad Gaijin (rhymes with bad hygiene) in Tokyo.
The next evening we played it low key and went to the LDS temple (literally 10 minute walk from the hotel) and ate dinner in the cafeteria there: rice and curry. Buy the ticket from the vending machine then give the ticket to the cook. Easy as rice curry. Met up with another guy there, a navy dentist from Okinawa, who was here for the conference. We ended up hanging out with him for the rest of the week.
This is a shot of my new favorite (secular) building in Tokyo. We saw it while walking around Ginza district Wednesday night and decided we had to go inside. You'll see it says Yamaha at the very top. the entire building is devoted to music. The first several floors house instrument shops and a CD store. Several middle floors are home to a huge concert hall. And the top severl floors have dozens of music instruction rooms for those who can afford it. The enitre facad (except the top few floors) are glass, so we went up as high as we could just to see the sight.
And here's the view from Yamaha.
There was one floor where they sold wind and string instruments. There were probably 6 or 7 display cases like this one, filled with different instruments from saxophones to tubas. It was like walking into a museum, but of course all them were for sale. This case was of course my favorite one. If only I had 35,000 yen ($3500) I could have at least bought one of the cheaper trumpets.
While walking around another building I found this tiny dental office. Here's the waiting room. No, this is not a corner of the waiting room, this is the entire waiting room. At least it's cozy.

When I found this track in the toy store (yes, we visited a toy store) I couldn't resist. 200 yen for five minutes of driving. You just pick a car and up to 8 people can race at a time.

The best part of course was this guy (the one with hair). "Whoa! Slow down on curve!! Too fast! Too fast! Oh no! You crash!"
The next night we went to Shibuya district. The difference between Ginza and Shibuya is that Ginza is more high-end shopping (Prada, Tiffany's, etc) where Shibuya is not. At least they have Krispy Kreme and Cold Stone. Here you see one of the most famous intersections in Tokyo. As soon as the light changes, a flood of a hundred or more people cross the street in all directions.

This is a street-level shot of the same intersection. Not as dramatic, but it was neat to see the ocean of umbrellas moving along the streets. Watch out though, being taller than most people, I was constantly trying to avoid getting my eyes poked.
This, to me, is the quintessential view of Tokyo nightlife.
Fried squid. Tastes like crunchy french fries with a really chewy center.

One last night picture. While walking in Shibuya we noticed there was a restaurant at the top of a building so we decided to check it out. We didn't eat there (but I will next time with Lyana), and even though it was only the 15th floor, it afforded a nice view of the city. Plus, who can resist taking a ride in a glass elevator overlooking the largest city in the world?
After spending the evening in Shibuya, Tom and I (the other guy had to go somewhere) headed to Ninnikuya or "garlic restaurant" where everything is made with garlic. And you know it as soon as you walk in the restaurant. Everyone here who has been to Tokyo has been there or at least heard of it. Whenever someone visits Tokyo for the first time from here, the first question asked when they return is "did you go to the garlic restaurant?" Now I can say, "yes I have." And the garlic pasta was oishii.