Chopsticks are My Vice: a Trip to Little Tokyo

by sassandbite

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I’ve been on the hunt for beautiful origami paper recently, not that I know how to make anything other than fortune-tellers (AKA Cootie-Catchers): it’s just pretty and I wanted it. Although I do have a few projects in mind for it — stay tuned.

I’ve been wanting to go to Little Tokyo downtown for a couple of weeks, and since I didn’t have to be at work until 1 yesterday, and it’s 10 minutes away from my office, the stars aligned and I spent my morning wandering around the shops and restaurants in the Village Plaza. There are obviously quite a few cheap trinkets — polyester “kimonos”, samurai swords, Hello Kitty everything — but there are a lot of interesting and beautiful things as well. So many kitchen gadgets and tea paraphernalia that I irrationally coveted (“I MUST have this slightly flattened wooden rice ladle”).

Maybe I bought a few more sets of chopsticks, even though I already have a drawer full of them. Maybe don’t give me that judgey look.

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Gorgeous, no? Even the packaging is pretty. Aesthetics are important. There was some really beautiful paper, thick, ornate, with traditional patterns and gold; I wanted all of it, but I had to budget somewhat — $20 for four sheets of paper is a little out of my reach right now. Or it will be until I take up that gold-digging career path I’ve been considering.

The food smelled AMAZING, I am definitely going back for lunch in the near future. I found a ramen place off the beaten track with a large crowd of locals around it, always a good sign, that tempted me to call in late “because of traffic” (JK, I wouldn’t do that) (Someone please give me a job). I will investigate and report back.

 

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Tip: If you find yourself in Little Tokyo, there’s a parking lot on 2nd, just before Central, that has $5 flat-rate parking all day (it’s $4 after 4pm), which is grand, especially since most of the other lots around there are $2 for every 15 minutes. Gotta love LA.
I may or may not have gotten in an argument with some jackass conversing with his cab driver who was blocking the driveway as I left, but I’m not holding it against the parking lot people — he was just a fuckhead whose pants were too tight.

 

 

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