We finally made an escape from our remote, rural area last week. Otaru, on the west coast of Hokkaido, is about an hour away from Niseko. Being a coastal city, we were told to expect great seafood and sushi. I certainly was not disappointed.
Though the city itself with it's artisanal shops and canals was entertaining, it was the sushi train that stole the show. I had been explained the concept before getting there, but I was still totally blown away. The idea is simple: sushi of all types goes round a conveyor belt. The chefs keep pumping out more pieces from behind the belt. You take what you want, when you want and eat 'til you can't no more. Each plate is colour coded, with their respective price and RFID chip. When you're done, a waitress comes by and scans your pile of plates, handing you an electronic bill. Needless to say, us Gaijin (foreigners) had the most plates by far. Boom.
Cheers to Tama for providing the photographs, as I had foolishly left my camera in my uniform jacket.
The train ride in with the lovely Erin.
Taking the new sunnies out for a ride.
Spot the real Colonel S.
One of my personal favourite highlights of the trip.
Otaru in Japanese.
SUSHI TRAIN! Choo-choo.
With our piles of plates.
The gorgeous Tama, our photographer and friend.
Seriously... hamburger sushi.
Even looking at this makes me happily relive the moment.
The canals.
Full moon
One of many japanese characters that seem to pop up everywhere.
Until we meet again sushi train...
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