She ate rice again today and enjoyed it more. I'll be glad when she's onto finger foods as puree is so messy.
It started raining as we went out and got progressively heavier all day. Finally, some semblance of a rainy season. Our destination was Shinjuku. We returned to Times Square for lunch, though the roof garden was obviously out due to the weather. We struck lucky and picked an Indian restaurant where we had a fantastic curry. It compared favourably with a certain part of a dog's anatomy. By far the best South Asian fare I've had: light and grease-free, well-seasoned, the crispest poppadums, garlic nan not at all doughy. The accompanying deep pink chilled hibiscus tea was refreshing, the taster selection of desserts all delicious. We will be returning there, for sure.
My visit to the loo was instructive. A sign in the toilet showed 'how to wash your bottom': at last, after all these years! With all those options it is quite handy, if you fancy trying a bidet function.
Downstairs in the department store we looked in vain for high chairs, before going across the street to IDC. They actually had a young man outside taking wet umbrellas and locking them in the secure brolly stand for customers. He even wiped the key with a flannel before handing it over! That's what I call service. The man who helped us with our furniture order was equally as obsequious, to the point of fawning.
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