I have plans, you see. Halloween costumes are bought
. Halloween items
are made. Which means it's time to move on to November. Screw Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is dead to me. That was the day that I went in to labor and had to eat hospital turkey - aka the Baby's birthday. Last year's Wolverine/Elmo party
was a success. This year we'll see how a DINO/GODZILLA theme goes over with the now 3-year old set.
Me being me, I am already making over the top plans, but those plans include a key element that I'm missing, a 6" tall 1954 Godzilla figurine. I could go on the internet and find it and ship it to my doorstep, but come on, that would be too easy
. Instead I packed up the kids and headed to the land
of Godzilla...TOKYO. Little Tokyo
to be exact. Our family calls it 'J-Town' but that may not be pc, who knows. We are old skool.
So I told the kids to keep and eye out, but that Godzilla, he's wily and elusive. You'd think his number one hang out would be the mochi store, but shockingly, he wasn't there. Oh well. That didn't stop us from snacking.
Then the Kid spotted him at a gift shop, but at $20? Hellz no. Not if it's just for me and the kids to screw around with. I told the Kid, "This not the droid we are looking for." Um. I mean monster
we are looking for.
I was disappointed. Cranky. I wanted to turn over a card table
a la Simon Le Bon to vent my frustrations. Instead we went to lunch, which turned out to be possibly THE BEST Japanese restaurant ever, I can't believe I haven't eaten here! But I know exactly why - the line is LONG. We are talking waiting for Sprinkles cupcakes long
, AND they grace us with no air conditioning
. Good lord. Two things that equal my worst nightmare. Who knew that 85 degrees outside
could feel mild compared to this place.
The restaurant is called Daikokuya
. It's more what I call Japanese 'bar food', that is, no sushi, mostly noodles and bowls. Being the worst asian in the world, I don't eat raw fish or even like miso soup, so this place is fine by me. When I say 'bar food' I'm saying that if you have been drinking a lot, this would be the place to go late at night for some damn good grub. They pride themselves on their kurobuta pork. I have to say, this stuff was fabulous. Crispy edges, soft meat, melt in your mouth fabulous. And the gyoza were pretty amazing too. The kids even cleaned their plates and that's hard to get them to do when we eat out. So the heat and the long wait? TOTALLY worth it. I am still thinking about that meal
As we were leaving the Kid yelled out "THERE HE IS!" And there was Godzilla above the door, ready to pounce. But at that point we had given up our search, because two of the finest Godzilla wranglers
in the West had texted that they had already found him for me, in San Diego of all places. Hm. Godzilla destroys...the Gaslamp? I wonder if Matthew Broderick is free...
Labels: godzilla, party planning, the Baby