Officially have encountered the Japan bar experience where I will walk away with a fair amount of bruises because I'm not constantly aware of where the hooks are under the bar or how not to smash my shin against the barstools near me. Spacial awareness problems ftw.
I ordered a "grilled cheese" at the airport and received a bag that looked more like corn - confused, I scanned it to get an English description of the product. The explanation only raises so many further questions.
In Japan, having a breakfast of B Vitamin jelly and my favorite smoked string cheese.
