Thursday, September 16, 2004
I was poked by a monster and denied pie
With the unpleasantness of the uneccessarily long and boring few days of my company's Global Management Conference behind me, I met Kat in Shibya for dinner.
Not just any dinner mind you, dinner at The Lockup. I have extolled the virtues of this eatery many times before. The food is acceptable, the drinks can come in a variety of receptacles, beakers and test tubes included, you often find yourself eating your meal inside a barred cell, and once in a while the resident monsters conduct a jailbreak - only to be vanquished by Japanese girls in skimpy 'police' uniforms. I wish I could find some better pictures of the place on the net, but I am unable to. Next time I am there I will have to remember to take some. Suffice to say it's a great place.
Usually.
Kat and I had a pretty good meal and were waiting on our final order - dessert. Apple pie with vanilla ice cream to be precise. After waiting for a while, plaintively repeating the word "Pie", the lights went out, the alarm came off and an overdramatised Japanese voiceover informed us that the monsters had escaped. For the diner, this generally means that a bunch of the staff have donned halloween costumes and are roaming the twisting corridors of the restaurant making noise and scaring people. Ordinarily I would put scaring in inverted commas, however some of the Japanese girls really lose their shit when this happens. (Which is needless to say hilarious.)
So there we were, pie-less, monsters running around causing all kinds of pandemonium. Then one of them stops by our table, makes some kind of arm-waving gesture and a throaty guttural noise and was about to continue on his merry, monstery way, when he stopped, a glint in his eye. Quick as a flash he reached over, pinched the side of my ribs and ran off. Fortunately, a few moments later a girl in a small police uniform put a cap in his ass.
Actually, that wasn't so bad. The worst part was when we had to wait for ages AFTER the monsters had been defeated to get our pie.
Mmmmmm. Pie.
Not just any dinner mind you, dinner at The Lockup. I have extolled the virtues of this eatery many times before. The food is acceptable, the drinks can come in a variety of receptacles, beakers and test tubes included, you often find yourself eating your meal inside a barred cell, and once in a while the resident monsters conduct a jailbreak - only to be vanquished by Japanese girls in skimpy 'police' uniforms. I wish I could find some better pictures of the place on the net, but I am unable to. Next time I am there I will have to remember to take some. Suffice to say it's a great place.
Usually.
Kat and I had a pretty good meal and were waiting on our final order - dessert. Apple pie with vanilla ice cream to be precise. After waiting for a while, plaintively repeating the word "Pie", the lights went out, the alarm came off and an overdramatised Japanese voiceover informed us that the monsters had escaped. For the diner, this generally means that a bunch of the staff have donned halloween costumes and are roaming the twisting corridors of the restaurant making noise and scaring people. Ordinarily I would put scaring in inverted commas, however some of the Japanese girls really lose their shit when this happens. (Which is needless to say hilarious.)
So there we were, pie-less, monsters running around causing all kinds of pandemonium. Then one of them stops by our table, makes some kind of arm-waving gesture and a throaty guttural noise and was about to continue on his merry, monstery way, when he stopped, a glint in his eye. Quick as a flash he reached over, pinched the side of my ribs and ran off. Fortunately, a few moments later a girl in a small police uniform put a cap in his ass.
Actually, that wasn't so bad. The worst part was when we had to wait for ages AFTER the monsters had been defeated to get our pie.
Mmmmmm. Pie.
# posted by Nils @ 1:00 PM 
