Tokyo I'm not usually a big fan of sushi, but I figured I should have some while I'm here. I had been eating it here and there as it is served as side dishes to some other meals, but I hadn't had a full meal of it. So what do I choose? I was up for adventure so I chose the dingiest sushi spot in Shinjuku. This is sushi for the working class. I took a seat at the counter. The sushi rotates around on a conveyor belt in front of you. Around and around it goes, Lord knows how long each piece has been making it's trip around the restaurant! The chef stood in the middle with his sushi creations and filling empty spots on the conveyor belt. I start trying to match what I saw in the dishes to the little poster on the wall. I decide to try all but the most slimiest of plates. To wash it all down I grabbed a beer from the fridge. In front of each of us is a hot water tap for tea or to use in soup. There were cups of dried soup on the shelf above. After a while of grabbing plates, eating, following the march of slimy fish and watching them go from bucket to chef to plate and around and around... and around. I had had enough. I admired my pile of colored plates with a sense of accomplishment and went to the register. A waiter cleaned my spot and counted everything up. It was real cheap and I was fully satisfied, aside from a few reflex gags during the meal. You are here...