I don’t know that I can explain the Robot Restaurant – I really can’t. It’s complete sensory overload – from seeing it outside to sitting in the waiting room. For Christ’s Sake, the waiting room is what I’d imagine Trump Tower to look like if DJT partook in LSD.
Kung Fu Panda was riding a cow, people were eaten by sharks, guitarists were swinging (on swings), horses riding zebras, or perhaps it was the other way around. I don’t know, I didn’t know what to look at next.
It was tacky, it was deafening loud, it was…seriously, I don’t know. It was wonderful. Brilliant. It was not Japanese at all, and yet, it was most Japanese thing you could ever see, ever. If you go to Tokyo, don’t miss it.
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