Whenever I go to Japan and visit the mega department stores like Takashimaya, Mitsukoshi, Isetan or Seibu, I love to window shop and look at all the pretty things they have there. But I rarely buy anything, because just one look at the price tag and I go into sticker shock. For someone whose favorite store is Target, the $100 t-shirts just don’t seem that appealing.
But the one section where I will go crazy at, is the basement food hall. Locals call them “depachikas”. “Depa” is short for department store and “chika” means basement.
When I enter the seemingly endless corridors of the depachika, I feel like I’ve died and gone to food heaven. Individual stalls hawking pickles, cakes, confectionaries, fried foods, sushi, bentos, yakitori, fruit, meat and liquor can all be found here–probably overpriced and probably overpackaged, but guaranteed tasty. In fact, if I had to be holed up anywhere due to zombies or end-of-the-world disasters, I can’t think of a better place you’d want to be. (Sorry, I just finished watching “The Road,” so I needed to revisit my “end of the world” strategies.)























