Starts with a bowl of noodles and aubergine tempura in a local soba shop for breakfast.
How have I coped without my own squid-flattener all these years?
Ice cream tempura: solid gold genius.
I think it's rather late to be worrying about putting them in a water tank now:
Safe to say, it was a heavyweight, but all for less than six pounds.
Although, no matter how large the noodle bowl, there's always space for a piece or five of mochi ice cream. Perhaps my favourite food stuff in all the world.
What? You think seventy three pounds is too much for a melon? Is your mother not worth it, or what? And don't forget, you get flowers too.
One thing is certain, she would not approve of this boy's t-shirt. You'll have to take my word for it – and he can't have been older than 6 – it reads 'Los Angeles Mother Fucker'. Stay classy, Tokyo.
And now I am off for dinner at the newest entry on the San Pellegrino and Restaurant magazine's top 50 restaurants in the world list: Ryugin. Fascinating to see whether it deserves it 48th ranking, or might it actually be worth 47th? Whatever, I am sure the judges have all eaten there and at the other 49 places listed. This year.