Danny and I haven’t done anything for Halloween except open the door occasionally and dole out sugary goodness to neighborhood kids. We were going to go to the castro halloween thing, but I felt like bailing once I found out what an ordeal it would be to get to and from it. Danny was happy to stay home as well.

Yesterday, Danny and I went to the museum of modern art in SF. It was cool, but it didn’t take very long for us to wander through the whole thing. They had some special exhibits for more $$$, but we skipped those. Afterward, we went to Japantown (Nihonmachi) just to check it out. We’ve both been to Chinatown several times but had never made it to Japantown. Anyway, I thought it was just a few shops and restaurants next to a pagoda, but it turned out that there was a huge underground mall with tons of shops, restaurants, and bookstores. We had dinner at a neat little place called Sapporo-ya where I tried okanomiyaki for the first time. My friend Jeff had recommended that I try this during my last trip to Japan, but I never got around to it. I probably won’t order it again though because it comes covered in this thick, sweet brown sauce that I don’t really like. We shared some good tempura vegetables and shrimp which makes me crave tempura udon. We’ll definitely go back to Japantown.

Before leaving, we went into this little shop which reminded me of the “dollar” or “yen” stores in Japan. They had a nice little assortment of Japanese candy and snacks along with basics like toothbrushes, chopsticks, and various tupperware items. Danny found a cool jar shaped like a chicken or duck head. Whatever it is, it is cute and it was only $1. It came filled with these nasty (in my opinion) individually wrapped marshmallow candies that we’ve been passing off to trick-or-treaters tonight. Actually, the candies probably aren’t that bad, but I just don’t like marshmallows.



Here is a picture of the “juicy yummy marshmallow” jar. Danny finished off all of the yummy marshmallows and filled the jar with yummy boxes of cigarettes. Good thing we didn’t pass those out to the kids. The parents might have liked them though - maybe next year.