My second day in Tokyo, and I’m still like a kid in a toyshop. If it weren’t for the fact that these plates are standing on end, and that gravity-resistant gravy hasn’t been invented yet, I’d have sworn the food on them was real. It’s quite amusing to see how grotesque a lot of western food like meatballs and chips looks when it’s been sculpted out of plastic, a bit like seeing yourself in the mirror with a hangover. Japanese food, on the other hand, looks as if someone decided what it should look like, and then tried to make the food fit the design.
