Saturday afternoon touring a stuffy suburb in Northwest Tokyo, we stumbled upon the hustle and bustle of Ueno Markets. A sprawling mish mash of stalls selling knock off garments underneath the huge railway arches of the JR Line. I have been to a lot of markets, all over the world and the only comparison i can make is the Chatuchak Market in the center of Bangkok!
avoiding the predatory gaze of the slickest hustles, we zig zagged across the market looking for a feed. With a place like this, there is staggering amount of choice so we took our time spying out hot bowls of ramen being brought out to the small packed tables to see which got our taste buds tingling the most.
Than like Moses parting the Red Sea, we found our calling as stumbles upon the small corner food stall with the a huge Que and not a single Gaijin in sight. MY spidey sense started to tingle as i went to investigate further and found a member of staff hand rolling the Gyoza.
it took us about 30 minutes to get a table with a fair amount of que jumping by the locals, the staff didn't care and neither did we, but by the time we got a table and ordered i could have eaten a horse!
The food didn't disappoint, it was bloody delicious!