Fuck the Machine!

Last week I won tickets to a local production of Glengary Glen Ross thanks to the fine gentlemen at TPR. The show was Saturday night and I invited Calvin to come since he had never seen the movie or the play before. The theater is in Iidabashi and is very small, less than 100 people in capacity. It was good, but it certainly didn’t compare to the movie. It’s hard not to be jaded after you’ve seen Al Pacino, Jack Lemmon, Alan Arkin, Ed Harris and Kevin Spacey play those parts.

It was very cold and windy, and the walk from the station to the theater was long and up hill. Once the play was over, having conquered the treacherous hike once, we decided to avoid the return trip after spotting a subway station across the street. Unfortunately, on the way back home, we misheard the train conductor. Instead of getting off at Shinagawa and waiting for the next train to take us to Gotanda, we stayed on and ended up at Kawasaki. I really should learn the words for “Limited Express.”

Luckily, Kawasaki is only one stop via the Keihin Tohoku line from Kamata, which is one of the stations on the Ikegami line; the same line our neighborhood is on. We were starved and decided to venture outside the station at Kamata since the area is full of shops and restaurants. We spotted a tiny Indian place and decided to venture in. The staff was Indian as were most of the clientèle, so I knew we hit on something good. The menu had English, our waiter was nice, the nan was huge and everything tasted wonderful. I’ll certainly be returning.