Today I once again had some crepes in Harajuku. I don’t really know where I found out about the crepe culture of the area, but chances are it was Joshiraku. It’s been half a year since I last went there (in March), and today once again I got my crepe order-made with cream cheese, blueberries and chocolate.
But if that wasn’t enough, this was followed by a gargantuan noodle dinner in Ikebukuro. I read about the shop online, and I’ve been planning to go ever since, despite not being a ramen-fanatic. It definitely tasted much better than your average ramen out there, and the sheer amount of meat was impressing.
I thought I wouldn’t eat for a week after that bowl, but then I still ate a few bites with my co-workers when I got back “in town”.