I first visited Tokyo as a 14-year-old boy. I couldn't stand the food and was most impressed by the pink handrails on the escalators, the pristine white gloves of the taxi drivers and the massive silver piles of electric gadgets for sale. I returned three years ago and all I could notice was food: udon noodles in soups, sashimi at Tsukiji fish market, deep-fried pork with sake and sweets from heaven in every department store. Tokyo is, really, my food Mecca.
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