Courage blanket
Tonight, I have two options: walk all the way home by myself for 40 minutes, or take the crowded train for 10 minutes. I chose the latter. A week after arriving in Tokyo, the discomfort finally kicks in. Before taking the train, I stopped by this food place. To be honest, I don't know what that is. I only know it serves Soba and Udon, and Tendon.. Tempura.. and they don't provide seats, so you'd stand and eat your delicious bowl of noodles. The last and only time I was there, I couldn't understand the old Japanese man, so he pointed at the Soba noodles, and I just nodded. It was delicious and cheap, so I decided to go there again. This time, I noticed the vending machine in the restaurant, hidden in a corner. Nothing was written in English. I picked the cheapest thing that I assumed wasn't going to turn out to be just a boiled egg. I brought my ticket to the same old Japanese man. He asked me something in Japanese, no mention of "soba" or "tendon...