Tonkatsu at a twelve-seat counter in Dotonbori, two back-alley bars, and a race for the last train.
What to put in the basket at 1:00 am, when everything else is closed.
Sea urchin for breakfast at Tsukiji, then an hour and forty minutes south to three temples and a great deal of sweat.
A queue for tsukemen under Tokyo Station, an empty-handed Pokemon card hunt in Akihabara, and a vinyl bar in Ebisu.
The kitchen was closed, the streets were empty, and the nearest konbini was a ten minute walk through Tokyo summer humidity.