Better Turn That Penny in to the Police
I'm really sorry this post is even later than I said it would be. I wrote it and forgot to publish it. ~ * ~ I'd like to share an interesting cultural difference with you. Kaz and I were walking back from an amazing meal at the Shibuya branch of Zauo Fishing Restaurant, a restaurant where they keep live tanks of fish where as a customer, you are expected to make your own catch, and their fish is prepared any way you want it. I caught a red seabream that was both feisty and delicious. We got it done half sashimi, half fried, and since Kaz didn't want the middle of the fish (artfully presented to us on a skewer) to go to waste, he had it made into miso soup. I will share video from the experience in an upcoming vlog. I don't like this lip clamp thing. It looks like it hurts. I was supporting the fish with my other hand until it flopped and cut it. Anyway, we were about to enter Shibuya station, and Kaz spotted a 50 yen coin (roughly 45 cents) on the ground.