Kaiten Zushi

The sushi just travels on plates around the restaurant until a diner picks it up.

On Sunday evening, after a grueling two and a half hours on the soccer pitch, we went out with our good friends the Mitchells (Chris, Saori, Kazuma and Saya) for a special meal at a Kaiten Zushi restaurant.  Kaiten Zushi is sushi served not by hand, but by a conveyor belt that circles the restaurant.

As in most sushi restaurants, the sushi chefs are visible from almost all locations – at the bar and at the booth – but they focus on the production at this type of restaurant.  The restaurant, called Pintokona, is located in the basement of Roppongi Hills.  At the bar, you can keep your shoes on, but if you sit at a table, you need to remove your shoes on the tatami and put them in conveniently placed lockers at the front of the shop.  You put in your shoes, then take your key for safekeeping, thus ensuring that no one steals your shoes.

The eight of us squeezed into a back booth and the conveyor belt was only at one side of it – so my kids were the only ones next to it.  The point of this experience is that you start eating

right away.  Bailey and Sydney immediately started pulling plates of shrimp (nigiri style – raw over a bed of rice) off of the conveyor belt for themselves and Kazu and Saya.  We had to slow them down a little bit – the four kids wanted everything!

The waitress does come around to take a drink order, even though the green tea is made right there at the table.  Every table has a box of green tea powder and a hot water spigot.  Saya expertly made tea for everyone.  But

when the waitress came around, Chris and Marc had a beer and Saori and I had our favorite: plum wine.  The kids stuck with tea and water.

If we did not see what we wanted, we had two choices.  We could either wait until we noticed a waitress, or we could shout through, over the conveyor belt, to the sushi-chef behind it.  The kids, predictably, opted to shout out to the chef precisely what they wanted, so it appeared through our little “window” in seconds.

With the conveyor belt, there’s always a concern about freshness – how long is that fish on that belt anyway?  But here’s a quote from Bento.com about Pintokona: “A modern conveyor-belt sushi shop with a high-tech element – an electronic chip in each plate keeps track of freshness, and fish is taken out of rotation after thirty minutes.”  I am not sure how other shops keep track of each plate, but this place is great about it.

We ate pretty typical sushi – all nigiri style: maguro (tuna), salmon, eel, fatty tuna, and then some tekkamaki – tuna rolls.

The plates all sit on the table until you’re done with the meal because that’s how they know how much you’ve eaten: they count the plates.  But it’s not simple counting –


The magic wand goes up the stack!

the color of the plate matters.  The blue plates are one price, the gre

ens are another price, and so forth. The kids had a contest to see who had m

ore plates on their stack – them or the adults.  The kids won – they ate more than

the adults.

At this particular locat

ion, the method of calculation is rather interesting.  Each plate is fitted with a microchip, so the server comes along, and waves

her magic wand machine from the bottom of the stack to the top.  Then she is able to read the machine and print out an exact bill for us to take to the front to pay.  Many places have the old-fashioned counting method, but this is high tech and super accurate.  And interesting to boot!

Greetings at the Salon!

Here is the entrance on the second floor of the Hollywood Hat building in Roppongi Hills. See the door into which I entered on the right.

After a long summer in the U.S., I was really looking forward to having a haircut. I got to May’s Garden Spa in Roppongi Hills.  I’m sure I’ve posted a description of the joys of a Japanese haircut – the massage, the hot tea, the massage, the quiet atmosphere, the massage…anyway, you get the picture.  This time, because my kids had only half days of school last week, I scheduled myself for a 9am haircut – just enough time to drop the darlings at school before scooting to the salon.  (Please bear in mind that scooting is a relative term – we do not hop in the car and go to the salon here.  We walk over.)

Well, it turns out that I was the first customer of the day.  When I walked toward the entrance from the escalator, which is on the second floor of a very open building, the door was closed and I could see about 25 people standing in the front lobby.  I retreated from the door, figuring that since I was about 3 minutes early, I would wait until they opened it.  But one of the hostesses of the place hurried out to get me and bring me in.

So I walked into the lobby with about 25 people all bowing to me, saying – somewhat singing – “Irashaemasse!” Loosely

It really is a gorgeous salon.

translated it means welcome and please spend money here.

There were literally 25 aestheticians, beauticians, hostesses, masseurs, everything – greeting me.  Apparently they do this for the first customer of the day every single day.  They gather at the front, have a brief morning meeting and wait for the first customer.

What a country.