There are surprisingly a sea of curry houses scattered across this bustling megalopolis, but with a society that demands efficiency and speed, curry’s ease of preparation and affordability makes it a natural selection for salarymen and students. C&C, according to the web, is one of the two better curry houses, the other being Moyan.
You know, there’s just something incredibly satisfying about having Japanese curry in winter, and C&C hits all the right notes. In fact, C&C makes Coco Ichibanya taste positively mediocre, and that’s one of the better Japanese curries available in Singapore. The order process, like much of Japan, is simple, systematic and idiot-proof, even if you don’t speak the language. You can choose from a variety of meats including curry-spiced chicken, fried chicken, fish, squid, prawns, mixed vegetables and spinach. Then you decide your curry spice level, which at its supposedly highest level, isn’t very hot at all. Unlike the rest of Japan, you can’t indicate the size of your portion, which I’d imagine, will be a challenge for those who don’t fancy a normal-sized meal. Beverages are never an issue, since regardless of restaurant, iced water and green tea flasks are available at your table free of charge. It’s quite simply, one of the cheapest and best meals I’ve had in Tokyo.
Dinner at C&C Curry
At Shimbashi station for the Yurikamome
Sightseeing along the Yurikamome route
Since I was sort of near Shimbashi station, the interchange station for the Yurikamome, a light rapid transit system that serves the former new downtown region of Odaiba. Odaiba is the Pudong to Shanghai, the Incheon to Seoul, the Marina Bay to Singapore. Consisting of a cluster of artificial islands reclaimed from Tokyo Bay in the mid-1990s, it was once the symbol of Japan’s ambitions of grandeur and utopia – the first real attempt since 1945 to reorganize the capital into a livable city where people could live, work and play complete with lush parks for recreation. However, the bubble burst put an end to the sweet life which plunged the country into a deep recession, exacerbated by the 1995 Kobe earthquake and 2011 Tohoku earthquake and resultant tsunami and nuclear disaster, which the country has never quite gotten out of. Today, Odaiba remains virtually untouched since I last visited it in 1996. Nevertheless, I wanted to see the Rainbow bridge, one of three landmark doppelgänger built in the 1960s to 1980s to propagate to the world the city’s first world status.
Rainbow Bridge, courtesy of the Sony NEX-5N on twilight mode.
Strolling along the bay’s promenade to admire the city’s skyline on a windy’s winter evening was on retrospect, not the best of ideas. Even with the best of Sweden’s fast fashion, I struggled against the sweltering cold, fighting the increasingly numbing sensations on my face and digits. It was uncomfortable, but still, I continued to sit on the bench, soaking in the nagging, skin-piercing, insufferable wind, which provided a constant distraction over my recent losses. At that moment, I felt sooo alone. For the first time in many months, I was at a lost – I didn’t know what to do with my life… I wanted to cry, but the pain wouldn’t relent.