A couple of weeks ago, I was in the mood for Japanese food and ended up in Little Tokyo. The plan was to eat sushi or ramen…or whatever other Japanese food that I came across that tickled my fancy. That was the plan. BUT I ended up eating something totally different. I ended up eating at Fickle, a casual American restaurant.
It was so nice outside, so of course, I had to get a table outside. There was an Anime Convention that day, so it was fun to people watch and see them in cute costumes (others, just bizarre). After the fascination of people watching wore out, I was starting to enter the behgo-rage mode. Freaking Pablo was still stuck in traffic. I waited and waited. After waiting for about an hour or so, I said, “screw this. I can’t wait anymore!” And I just had to eat with or without Pablo.
I think I sat at that table outside for two hours when Pablo finally came strolling in. Freaking Pablo! “Sorry. There were all these accidents on the freeway,” and blah blah he started to say. Freaking LA traffic! Just the previous week, I had been stuck on the 5N for freaking THREE hours. The cars had not been moving at all and snails were passing us. I hate traffic!
By this point, my butt was starting to really hurt from sitting for so long. But I had to sit even longer now that Pablo had arrived. He ordered a plate of oysters and a bacon wrapped quail.
When I was a little girl, my mom used to bring me Little Tokyo every September, right before the week school started. It’s where I got all my back-to-school items. We came here specifically for the San Rio store. I don’t remember nor have any idea why she chose to bring me all the way to little Tokyo (a good 20 minutes away) rather than opting for the San Rio stores nearby our house. Maybe they had more items, or maybe it was cheaper? I don’t know. But that doesn’t mean that I never went to the San Rio stores near my house too. I went almost every week. But specifically for back-to-school items, it was always off to Little Tokyo we go.
I have been in love with Hello Kitty items since I was two. If it was Hello Kitty, I had to have it. Although I may not have an impressive Hello Kitty stash anymore, I will admit that I still do carry a handful of items.
Should I be ashamed to admit that? Maybe. But Hello Kitty is a bit hard to grow out of completely.
I remember passing by all these little shops to reach San Rio, but we never stopped by any of them. We were there to go on a Hello Kitty shopping spree and nothing else. When a something shiny or a something yummy intrigued my fancy and I wanted to stop and look, mom would be like, “NO. We don’t have time for that. Let’s go!” So for all those years I’ve been visiting Little Tokyo, the San Rio store was the only place embedded in my childhood memories of Little Tokyo.
I’d always want to spend the entire day browsing through the Hello Kitty stuff, but mom always rushed me out after picking out all of the essential back-to-school items I needed. It was always heartbreaking to leave when there was so much more I wanted to see and buy.
There are many things to explore at Little Tokyo. It was the first time coming here in a couple of years. I always hate paying for parking, period. I usually park in the structure when I come here. I paid $5 for parking there for a few hours.
OMG I even saw this one creepy (looking in his 40’s) guy gawking at the young teenaged looking Asian girls that were walking by. And he was being so obvious about it too. I think guys like him come to these places just to do that lol.
The grocery store closes earlier than other places, so that means you’d probably need to go into one of the restaurants and buy something to use the restroom. Or go across the street and you may find something available, like a tea shop.
I enjoyed browsing through the stores and finding cute little Japanese items. I did buy some things. But for me, there weren’t really too many things that were tempting to buy. It’s more fun just browsing there.