Street food was one of the delights of our short time in Tokyo over New Year.
I have to admit to having found the prospect pretty intimidating - with all of six words of Japanese and none that I can read (except exit - that's 'doublebarbequetongs and a box') -- I wasn't sure how on earth I was going to find anything I liked or know what it is?
Over the course of four days, we learned to follow our noses. There were all sorts of hings, from brightly-coloured sweets to fish-on-sticks. It's not hard to give things a try -- delicious!
I loved the colour, smells and sounds as well as the happy drifting crowds. I'd go back in a shot.
They start young.
Of course you know this is a seafood stall even if you don't speak the language...
This fascinated us the most. A pile of charcoal in the middle and these whole fish on sticks around, constantly being turned until beautifully crisp.
Hot plate happiness.
Measuring out the ingredients into piles, each one then turned and cooked together on the hot plate. A popular stall!
Pink things and green things, frozen things too.