Domo Arigato, Mr. Cookie

Konnichiwa, cookie lovers. Apologies for my extended absence. I spent a week or so in Tokyo and, as my dear Japanese friends would say, got the jet rag. Alas, I am back in action with a report from the trip.

Needless to say, this ain't cookie country folks. Generally, this is what you'll find while walking around:



Or, on equally colorful note:



That would be a truck passing by on the way to Starbucks my first morning. I couldn't tell if it was a mere advertisement or if they were actually cutting hair in Edward Scissorhands shapes INSIDE the moving truck, which of course would be amazing.

Anyway, by lunch on the first day I needed a taste of home so headed straight for Opening Ceremony in Shibuya. The shop is so completely impressive and cool; floors and floors of OC goodness with a new restaurant in the basement called Potluck. A warm feeling overcame me when I saw this at the counter:





Um, I think they meant to write "DRY CRACKERS". Buzzkill.

A few days later, the guys from Honeyee.com came by Guthrie for a Polaroid polo shoot. This is Suzuki-san, the editor-in-chief, who is much cooler than me:



And these are the cookies he brought as a kind offering:



A for effort and of course design (sailboats!). C minus for taste and texture. At that, I ate the entire box. No joke. This was the closest thing to bread I'd seen in almost a week and had to take advantage of the situation.

On the last night, when all hope was lost, my buddy Kun's sister Yuri presented me with this little jar of goodness:




These were perfect little crispy cookies of the olive oil (vs. butter) variety, and my carbohydrate deprived Japanese friends and I ate them up before we could say:



Arigato Gozaimasu Yuri!!!