On our last night in Osaka, we dined at a restaurant in this vast underground complex, dressed up to look like Edo-period Japan, with narrow streets, wooden facades, water pumps which sprouted water when you pumped them, old signboards, etc etc. It felt like a movie set. The food, though, was hardly artificial or touristy. In fact, it was so awesome we had epiphanies over a stewed tomato, I kid you not.
We took a photo at the end with our indefatigable tour guide (who speaks not-bad English) and her boss (who doesn't) -- she's the mother, he's the father, R's the son and I'm the daughter. It's almost criminal how much fun we had on a trip we didn't pay a yen for.
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