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There’s this tiny tempura restaurant in the bowels of Tokyo Station.

To get there, you have to take a train into the station, search, through the throbbing mass of people, for the main exit, find a staircase off to your right, which takes you down, down, down, to another level, which is called Granville, and is not under Tokyo Station, as far as I can tell, but under the city itself.

When you’re there, you’re in an underground city. Hallways filled with stores and restaurants snake every which way and suddenly you realize how there are so many people in Tokyo: it’s because they live underground, like mole people.

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