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Of all the dumb reasons to choose a restaurant, surely the dumbest is
the closed-circuit TV program that's being shown.  Nonetheless, that's
what took me to Cafe Japone, across the street from Pizzeria Paradiso,
just off Dupont Circle. The place has the look and smell of a low
student dive, but the monitor shows non-stop highlights of some
fascinating sumo wrestling matches.  Foodwise, things got off to a bad
start when the waitress revealed that they did not have sake, only
"premium sake" at $6.50. Also, no Kirin beer (huh?). Okay, we settled
for water and ordered miso ramen with chicken. Some twenty minutes
later, we reminded the young Employee In Black about our order and
were subsequently presented with bowls of flavorless broth, equally
flavorless bits of vulcanized chicken, and some desultory noodles 
that had long ago been tossed out of the ring.  

My advice is to patronize the Cafe by all means, but to avoid the 
food (the sushi looks positively lethal).  Sit down, have a Sapporo
Draft, and enjoy the wrestling.  An extra bonus: cigarette advertising
on TV, in Japanese of course.


Stefan