We took the subway to our first Tokyo hotel because it was right there as soon as we got off the plane and a very helpful subway person who kind of spoke English was able to point us in the right direction. The plan seemed solid, and easy, except for the tiny little detail that it was pretty late and the subway line we were supposed to transfer to was closed. Figuring out what to do from the transfer point was sketchy at best and that was when we realized that most people DO NOT speak English. Also, I had mentioned the drunken businessmen in my last post but – my god there were a shit-ton of drunken businessmen. The train we transferred to was the last one of the evening at around midnight so the subway was filling up with the post-bar crowd as we were there. A couple of guys were actually teetering so close to the edge of the platform that I was worried a gust of wind would push them in. The rest were all moving very slowly, maybe trying to act natural or just not fall over.
The next day we explored the area around the hotel and saw some temples and gardens and all that good stuff but we also found a secret-looking soba noodle place that changed our lives. We were getting hungry and walking back towards the Andaz when we spotted a plain, grey building with one black door and no windows with a line of businessmen wrapping around the corner. As we were wondering what that was, a giant American guy exited and I ran across the street to ask him what that place was … “soba noodles, it’s amazing”. So we got in line expecting to wait at least an hour but 10 mins later we were in. Once inside the tiny room, you pass a little kiosk where you pay for your food (the menu was a small card with about five items on it and as soon as we started to laugh the girl just pointed at what we should get) and then move down the line to collect your food and then you find a spot around a shiny, black square marble counter with a mini fountain in the middle where you eat your soba. I took a cue from everyone there and sprinkled some bread crumbs (i think?) into my noodle bowl but clearly, I was eating them wrong because I was the only one that seemed to need a napkin.
We stayed at three hotels in total while in Tokyo because we had heard/read amazing things about all of them and wanted to see for ourselves. What’s amazing about all of them is that they’re all located on the top floors of very tall buildings so the views are all insane. First up was the Andaz, which was lovely and has amazing staff and free drinks and cookies in the lobby. Second was the Conrad which turned out to be my favorite because the rooms were huge, the staff is amazing and there are rubber duckies and teddy bears. The lounge is also one of the best I have ever been in, offering free breakfast, tea time and cocktail hour (we may or may not have planned our afternoons around cocktail hour). The third hotel was the famed Park Hyatt from “Lost in Translation” (which I had never seen) but more on that later.
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