I can’t stop talking about food when it comes to Tokyo. Eating is such a pleasure of life, something I relish in and spend considerable time planning for. The Peninsula service is just so stellar, I don’t even have words for it. Despite the number of times I changed the Sushiko, Nobu and Nakajima reservations, the concierge always came through for us.
Sashimi from Sushiko
The famed Daiwa Sushi at the Tsukiji Market. But I prefer the one further down. Can't miss them, only these two have queues.
One of the best places we found. Hole-in-the-wall restaurants under the tracks is very Japanese, and I loved this one! The ambience is priceless. Near Peninsula.
Huuge scallops topped with wasabi mayo and peeled cherry tomatoes. Not bar food at all.
Loved the posters
And just how amazing Peninsula is. It’s luxury done right, done discreetly. Very nice.
We were made to feel like royalty. The only qualm I have, if any, is that they have a strict dress code. Slippers – Chanel or not – don’t figure in their directory of proper dressing. Oh well, if there’s any hotel I would play dress up for, it would be Peninsula.
The room is just stunning. I realise that I had video-ed every nook and cranny of it whilst I had only a few pictures of it. There was a spacious powder room, which had a nail dryer (!!), and a valet service unit (very much like a dumb waiter – the thing, not the person, where newspapers and small deliveries are placed from the outside, and you collect it from the ‘service compartment’. What luxuries!
You can watch TV from the tub, you can determine the humidity of your room, the phones are proximity-sensored, you can receive faxes in the room, you’ve got ‘live’ climate information at the controls, the list goes on.
To Kiefer’s delight, they had prepared children’s amenities such as a bathrobe (of course, I still couldn’t resist dressing him in one of the yukatas!) and bedroom slippers in his size, and a welcome tray of Peninsula Teddy cookies complete with icing for him to play with. Truly delightful.
And if there’s a hotel I would trust my Birkin deliveries to, this is definitely it.
The Hermes staff had packed the bag in a nondescript brown box, but of course the bellhop knew exactly what it was. He had a twinkle in his eye.
