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Lazy days are not laundry days, I’ve recently learnt. Living in a dorm and having to do most things, I relied on my mother to do, has taught me that. Cooking and cleaning is not as easy as 50s housewives and home makers (as my English Language students like to call their mothers) make it seem, definitely got a new found respect for them.During my first month here I became a regular at the local konbini (convenient store) and Kura Sushi (100yen per plate, sushi restaurant/dinner-placey). I soon learnt that being lazy is expensive when my bank account had just enough money to stay open, but not enough for me to draw any. The number on the screen taunted me as my mother’s words ran through my head, “remember to budget, don’t spend it all on snacks and clothing.” Well, I’ve learnt my lesson and am proud to say it’s just over my second month here and I have not starved to death yet and my bank statements are at a healthy number. I’ve learnt how to NOT burn onions while frying them and that you have to let an egg that has been in the fridge get to about room temperature before frying it. It is now safe-ish to be around me in the kitchen. Wowuuuu! for a post that has the word “laundry” in it’s title, I haven’t talked much about my laundry skills…which are Ace if i do say so myself, I haven’t changed the colours of any of my clothes or shrunk anything yet. So I’m pretty sure I can get my adult badge around about now.
With love, M

Today, I fucked up... by randomly picking a sushi restaurant in Tokyo

So, like most TIFUs, this was not actually today. About two weeks ago, I picked out a small local sushi place in Ginza to go get a bite while I was there on vacation. Unfortunately, it was closing as I arrived, so I Googled ‘sushi near me’ and picked from the list at random. I landed on a place nearby, about 5 mins, called 'Sushiko Honten’. It took a while to find - it was a small recessed door with no sign, somewhat shady - but once I entered it was lovely.

After eating some of the best sushi I’ve ever had, I noticed there were no prices on the menu. I’d had about 8 plates of sushi at this point, and started to panick a little. I quickly Googled the restaurant and blanched at what I found. The restaurant was 120 years old and had one Michelin star. As quickly as I could, I asked for the bill.

¥20 000 ($150) later, I decided to thoroughly research any future restaurants I visited on a whim. And not to use data in Japan. That was another 50 USD.

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