If the Beer Museum was educational, the Sake Museum is the polar opposite. It's... functional. Commercial.
Strictly speaking, it's not really a museum. It's a glorified store. And oh, my. How glorious it was, indeed. All the sake was laid out for everyone to see, smell, taste, wax poetic over and, perhaps, purchase.
I'm sure it was really more awesome than I remember it to be, except I don't really remember much anymore... Getting hammered by beer without first having lunch a few hours prior - that's fun enough. But chasing it up with sake - WOW.
It wasn't just sake, either, coz there were some pretty tasty sake candies, too.
We tasted this and that and this and that, hemming and hawing about which bottled goodness to take back to the hotel. And after we've all made our decisions, the shopkeeper (curator? docent?) gave us each a miniature wooden noisemaker. For good luck.
I gave one to Jimmy Wong, the current Mr. Gay Hong Kong, to wish him well for Mr. Gay World in Johannesburg.
Jimmy, bring home the bacon!
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| Make some noise, for good luck! |
// One sake shot, two sake shot,
three sake shot,
floor. //
