Japan Trip: Back Home

June 19th, 2007 by Potato

So the first thing I did when I got back was to get a pizza. I missed pizza so much over there… 10 days isn’t much to go without pizza, and I’ve done that many, many times in the past completely without noticing, but going without the possibility of pizza starts to erode the psyche. It makes their whole society seem like its a hollow sham, waiting to fly apart at the seams into unbridled anarchy. After all, where can a society expect its members to function normally when they must live each day without the security blanket that is knowing good pizza lies just a phone call away? Of course, they probably think the same thing about our society and the lack of good train/bus service.

They might be right.

The flight home was ok: completely packed this time, so we didn’t have the luxury of the empty seat. We were getting awfully sick of fish and rice, though. I mean, I don’t even eat the stuff yet I was sick of seeing and hearing about it. The dinner on the plane was fish and rice (we were aware of the fact that chicken and pasta was also an option, but it looks like everyone at the front of the plane opted for that so they were out by the time they got to us), and it reeked. Breakfast on the plane was… fish and rice (or a nasty-looking omlette and a sausage that even Dave wouldn’t eat). Our lunch/snack was an assortment of tiny sandwiches, and a giant seaweed-wrapped concoction of fish and rice.

Today’s featured Facebook gift is a paper crane. LOL, I can’t escape!

I slept 14 hours last night. It was pretty good — it would have been better if the fan at my parents house didn’t have an auto temperature detector/shutoff that made it cycle on and off all night. Stupid electronics trying to be smarter than me…

2 Responses to “Japan Trip: Back Home”

  1. Rez Says:

    You’ve been bad-mouthing Japan for too long now, Potato. It’s time to put a stop to it once and for all.

    For the record, they do have pizza. In fact we ate at a pizza joint that had one of those stone oven thingies and their pizza was great and at a very reasonable price. It’s true that they don’t deliver, but with such an efficient public transport system and great walking weather all year round you don’t really need delivery.

    It is true that the first thing I did when I got back home was to order pizza, but that’s only because I usually eat the stuff more often than just once every two weeks, so I was having a serious craving. In fact, I even ordered pizza the day after, too, just because I could. :)

    I would defend Air Canada’s food and service, but I can’t. They sucked. I don’t know if you got the older female flight attendant with the thick-framed glasses down your aisle, but she was surly as hell. She even gave me attitude for politely refusing her offer of the really crappy headsets they hand out. I had the fish; it was god-awful. The egg and sausage, on the other hand, were surprisingly good, or maybe I was just really hungry since I couldn’t finish the fish…

    I’m still jet-lagged, but it sounds like you’re doing alright.

  2. Potato Says:

    I’m tired, but not really because of the time change.

    Rez is right, there was pizza. Perhaps Kanazawa was smaller, or perhaps because we just didn’t look hard enough, but we only found two places that had it. The first was a bar we found near the beginning of the trip. All the pizza selections had strange topping combinations I wouldn’t touch, and we weren’t sure if we could order a la carte (whether it would be asking too much, or if the language would let us — the bartender seemed to know a few dozen english words, but ordering still came down to pointing there). Later, we found another place with pizza that looked really good, but they didn’t offer a la carte, and there weren’t even any vegetarian options, let alone plain cheese.

    I don’t know, I think you must have been really hungry, or maybe Dave just got a bad sausage. I mean, the kid will eat damned near anything, and did pack away the omlette, but he actually spit the sausage back out.