After I reluctantly left Nara, we took an hour train ride to Osaka.

Osaka reminded me of Philly.

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Okay, maybe theres more to the story. When we got to Osaka, we had about 2 hours to explore AND eat dinner before the last train back to Kyoto. When we first got there, we decided to follow our trusty guide book. Apparently there was an extremely tall building with virtual reality games on the top floor. You would be able to see the view and shoot an alien at the same time. Sounds dope right?

Did I mention that the guide book was 10 Years old? 

Of course, our virtual reality arcade had since turned into a date spot. There was lots of pink happening and even a room that displayed a powerpoint to teach younger couples how to make out. Being 5 men who were secure in our masculinity, we stuck around to check out the view.

Osaka is also known for its food. We wanted to go to one of its best restaurants but we soon learned that if we did, we would miss the last train. Luckily, we were able to have 2 teachers show us around until we found a place to eat. The fucked up thing was, it was difficult finding a place that was still serving food at 11PM. Y’know, anyplace except a bar. 

When we get there, a server quickly shepherds us over to a door where she calls for someone. She called for a black guy. More specifically, a Ghanaian who spoke English. Having been to an Izakaya before, all of us knew how to order things in Japanese, and having greeted the server in Japanese, we all felt a little bit annoyed by this. The food was aight and the sake was ass and so we left Osaka with many regrets.

Everyone I know thats been there loves it so I want to go back at a different time. Needless to say though, this trip wasn’t really that fun.

Oh wait, I almost forgot. There was an altar for Michael Jackson’s spirit there. Osaka was dope!