In case it wasn’t apparently obvious, we spent the majority of our time in Tokyo stuffing our faces.
Or getting lost.
And then eating some more.
Our search for Gyukatsu Motomura combined getting lost about five times then getting pissed off at one another because neither of us could find the restaurant on a map, standing in two lines to two restaurants with the same name, and then finally sitting down to a delicious meal of buttery melt-in-your-mouth beef katsu.
