No, it's not what you think. Yesterday, after a full day of eating and sightseeing-- starting off with pastries bought the previous day for breakfast, more Japanese pastries as a midmorning snack (fried curry bun and cornflake-crusted fried salmon cream cheese-filled anpan), a bento lunch at an izakaya, expensive Japanese desserts at a place serving items similar to Kyotofu in Manhattan, green tea and bean dessert at a traditional tea ceremony at the Imperial Hotel, dinner at a traditional yakitori in an alley where we were the only non-Japanese clientele, and a secondary takeout dinner of unagi and rice-- Ivan and I each had the BEST BEST BEST in-room massages ever. The crazy thing was, it was on the bed in the hotel while wearing comfy pj's and the masseuses were two tiny little Japanese grandmas who rang the doorbell in professional white uniforms and carrying little white tote bags. At first, I thought, no way, what can they really do? But they really put their weight into massaging out all the knots and kinks in my shoulders and neck. If blindfolded, I would've thought it was a 200-pound guy performing an intense sports therapy massage, and not a 90-pound 70-something year old obasan. Crazy! Wow!
Yesterday, while exiting the Shinjuku station, we noticed a donut stand inside that made me look twice. My FAVORITE donut place (aside from Leonard's malasadas in Hawaii of course), Donut Plant in NYC, has a stand in Tokyo. No joke. Even thought it seems wrong to eat donuts in Tokyo, they have some flavors I haven't seen in NYC before --such as green tea with azuki bean. I plan on trying that and the blackout one today (chocolate donut with chocolate filling). YUM!!!!
-Sandra
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