Galley Gossip: A question about traveling with kids and scoring an extra seat

by Heather Poole on

Dear Heather,

I’ve written to you before and now I have another question. So I’ve told you that we’re traveling w/ our one-year old next month. No car seat, etc. Are there any sneaky ways to insure that we could get an ’empty’ seat for her???? I think currently we have it booked so my husband gets the window seat and I get the aisle. We thought that might work as nobody would want to sit in the middle of us. But, I’m sure they’ll have to put a single traveler in the middle. We’re leaving on the 26th of December w/ American Airlines. I’m sure it will be busy, but what do you think?

Thanks so much!
Marlo

Dear Marlo,

I remember your question, as my answer did get quite a rise out of many Gadling readers, especially those who do what I do for a living. Flight attendants everywhere scolded me for telling you that it was okay to travel without the car seat, even though I did point out that it was much safer to book the extra seat and take the car seat along with you. For those of you who missed that one, here’s a link to Galley Gossip: a question about traveling with car seats and strollers. If you’ll be traveling with kids during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday season, make sure to check it out, along with Galley Gossip: The best invention for kids on the airplane – CARES,

As for scoring a middle seat, Marlo, I think you did all that you can do, as that’s exactly what I would have told you to do – book the aisle and window and leave the middle seat open. Remember, you are traveling during one of the busiest holidays of the year, so if the flight is not full, it’s probably getting there. I have yet to work an empty flight this year. Since the back of the airplane is a lot less desirable than the front (and also bumpier if there’s turbulence) you could move your seats to the rear of the aircraft, cross your fingers, and pray no one wants to sit that close to the toilet. It’s your best bet. I’d also like to point out that there are going to be mostly other families traveling during the holiday season, so that single traveler sitting between you and your husband is probably not a single traveler at all, but a traveler displaced from their family, a traveler who is praying he or she can get you to move to another seat! So be patient. Be kind. And remember, holiday travel is never fun. Unless you can just relax and go with the flow.

Your question brought back a memory from long ago, so there’s one more thing I’d like to mention. If you do decide to book the aisle and window seats, leaving the middle seat open in an attempt to score the extra room, remember that middle seat passengers are people too. Please, do not talk over the unfortunate person who ends up getting stuck between the two of you. And please, do not pass things over the person, particularly food, even if you think that person is sleeping. Twice I’ve awoken to loud voices, crumbs in my lap, and my magazine gone after getting stuck between two people traveling together. For more information on what you should and should not do concerning the middle seat, check out my other post, Middle Seat Etiquette.

Happy Travels

Heather Poole

Have a tip when traveling with kids? Post a comment below. I’d love to hear from you.

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Big in Japan: Japan’s best medieval castles

by Matthew Firestone on

Modern Japan may be an über peaceful place of happy shiny people, but it certainly wasn’t always like this…

On the contrary, medieval Japan was at times a conflict-stricken land of warring clans and spirit-breaking feudalism, which gave rise to some truly monolithic castles.

Sadly, most of Japan’s medieval structures were either burnt to the ground during the Meiji era of ‘enlightenment,’ or destroyed during WWII by Allied bombing.

However, there are still a few places in Japan where you can stand in awe before imposing castles that look as if they’ve jumped straight out of a Miyazaki anime.

On that note today’s post is all about Japan’s best medieval castles. While our list certainly isn’t comprehensive – and may in fact leave out some of your favorites – keep reading to check out which ones made the cut.

In no particularly order, here are some of Japan’s best feudal castles:

Osaka-jou (大阪城) Reigning over the megalopolis of Osaka, this regal castle has seen its fair share of bloodshed over the centuries. In 1614, Lord Tokugawa sieged Osaka-jou with a 200,000-man army in an attempt to oust Lord Toyotomi. Although he and his men were outnumbered 2 to 1, Toyotomi managed to keep the advancing army outside the outer walls. In the end however, the castle was rendered defenseless when Toyotomi literally filled in the castle’s outer moat with dirt!

Himeji-jou (姫路城) A UNESCO World Heritage Site, and one of Japan’s ‘Three Famous Castles,’ Himeji-jou is the epitome of Japanese feudal architecture. An hour outside of Osaka by train, Himeji-jou has the bad ass distinction of being Tiger Tanaka’s secret ninja training school and rocket weapons development center in the James Bond film You Only Live Twice. Although it’s not nearly as good of a flick, Himeji Castle was also the film location of Tom Cruise’s historically flagrant The Last Samurai.

Kumamoto-jou (熊本城) You’ll have to head all the way south to the city of Kumamoto on the island of Kyushu, though it’s worth the bullet train trip to see one of Japan’s most impenetrable castles. Kumamoto-jou pioneered several military advancements including its signature-curved walls and wooden overhands, which easily repelled would-be attackers. As an added deterrent, defenders of Kumamoto-jou could also drop piles of rocks on anyone who attempted to scale the keep – not a pretty way to go…

Matsumoto-jou (松本城) Nicknamed the ‘Crow Castle’ because of its black walls and spreading wings, Matsumoto-jou is arguably Japan’s most magnificent feudal building. The centerpiece of Matsumoto, a small city in the heart of the Japanese Alps, Matsumoto Castle was built specifically for war. Although it appears to have five floors from the outside, there is actually a hidden and completely unexposed floor for stockpiling munitions. The castle is also lined with lethal trapdoor windows that were designed to accommodate both crossbows and muskets.

Did we forget any castles? Most Definitely.

With that said, please feel free to chime in with your own favorites, and be thankful you don’t live in an era of warring city-states…

** All images courtesy of the WikiCommons Media project **

A Self – Indulgent Interview With Mike Lee of Studiofeast

by Mike Barish on

Last year, Gadling’s own Grant Martin wrote about Studiofeast, a New York-based underground eating club. Since then, Studiofeast has thrown several more semi-secret culinary events that have occasionally included guest chefs such as Ilan Hall (winner of Top Chef Season 2). This past weekend, Studiofeast joined forces with four other eating clubs to throw the two-night Undergrounds Unite event at a secret location in Manhattan.

Now seemed like the perfect time to revisit Studiofeast and learn more about the seductive world of underground eating. And what better way to do that than with an interview with the creator of Studiofeast, Mike Lee?

(Full disclosure: I am friends with Mike and his Studiofeast partner, Derrick Yuen. I usually help out at Studiofeast events and get drunk for free with great regularity.)

For people who have never heard of an underground eating club, give us the simplest definition you can. The bastard child of your next door neighbor’s dinner party and a restaurant.

Now describe your eating club, Studiofeast, in a haiku.
Two Asians cook food
Thirty one people enter a loft
Mike Barish is here?

How did you end up joining forces with four other underground eating clubs to throw Undergrounds Unite? The girls at Homeslice West approached me about bringing Studiofeast to this event they were planning, Undergrounds Unite. I’m not sure how they first heard of Studiofeast and I didn’t know a lot about Homeslice West at the time, but I think we quickly passed each other’s basic, level 1 foodie litmus tests with a shared love for quality BBQ, Mac & Cheese, and Fried Chicken. From there, I started throwing ideas into the pot about Undergrounds Unite, created the logo and website, etc. But they were the marshmallow of the rice krispie treat the whole time. They did great work pulling everything together, and getting our hands all sticky.

So was it more like the Justice League or Voltron? The other supperclubs cook with a decidedly more western style, while Studiofeast leans heavily on the Asian side. So I guess it was the Justice League granting a work visa for Voltron to come over from Japan. I have 6 more weeks left in the group, unless I marry one of them.

Is the underground food scene in New York as competitive as the restaurant business is? I don’t think so, and I hope it doesn’t get that way. The thing is, we aren’t actually restaurants where we should be fighting tooth and nail for customers. It’s all about fostering something with more of a communal feel. Even though we seem exclusive with passwords and guestlists, it’s only because we: a) operate occasionally, so we’re limited in terms of capacity, and b) we need a little more control over who gets into the door because it’s a clandestine sort of operation (and to filter out douchebags).

In the end, we’re all rooted in making something that’s interesting and connects people. Even though we strive for great food to hit the table, this isn’t about Michelin stars, Zagat ratings, or getting Frank Bruni to love you. It’s about packaging an experience that’s uniquely compelling and honest.

How is Studiofeast different than the other clubs out there? The collection of people that help me run Studiofeast as well as the people that end up at our feasts. That’s the difference. I’ve been very fortunate to have chanced upon some great individuals over the course of this project and it’s those people who put the color in Studiofeast. One of our hosts (who shall remain nameless) recently quipped to a guest that he’d “bring out farm animals” to the table just in case his attention waned between courses. How great is that? What a commitment to excellence. It’s too bad the offer was made after the beef entree was served. Old Bessie was cute (and tasty).

People throw the word “foodie” around a lot when these clubs come up in conversation. And foodie has taken on a bit of a pretentious connotation. I guess my question is, Why are you so pretentious? I am so totally above this question.

Gadling is a travel blog, so let’s talk travel a little bit so that my bosses don’t get too pissed off. What place that you’ve visited has the most interesting food scene? Japan all the way! For me, one of the most notable examples of how interesting Japanese food culture is comes from visiting a department store Depachika in Tokyo, like Isetan or Takashimaya. There are probably a hundred or more food counters in one of those, each just focusing on a narrow category of food. I love that, because they’ve just committed themselves to one thing and doing it really, really well. And since they’re all in one place, you can literally graze for hours and pick up so many new things in one spot. It’s so opposite to what we have in America, where we have the mall food court, and it mostly sucks. If I told you to visit New York and have a serious meal in the basement of Macy’s, you’d laugh your ass off. There’s simply nothing like a Depachika in the States, and there are probably only a few dozen equivalents to it around the world in other countries.

Underground eating clubs are, by definition, not mainstream. How do you find similarly clandestine activities when you’re outside of New York? I’d suggest visiting the Ghetto Gourmet site to see what’s happening underground eating club-wise in your area of interest. They’re a great resource for this sort of thing and have a wide reach across the country. Also, to the extent possible, latch onto someone who’s a local and just follow without asking questions for a while. Even if that person has no idea what he/she is doing in terms of food, you’re bound to gain some kernel of truth about how other people live. This especially applies when traveling internationally. Talk to your Japanese bartender, or the Icelandic girl at the fermented shark counter and you’ll rarely be led astray. And if you do, then it makes for an even better story, doesn’t it?

Let’s play food word association. I’ll name a place and you tell me your thoughts on their food in one word.

Italy: Delicious

Spain: Reallydelicious
Japan: Reallyreallydelicious
Your kitchen: Reallyreallydeliciousinaporkysortofway

If you could take one dish that you’ve eaten from each place you have traveled in order to create your ultimate international menu, what would you pick?
This is by no means a complete list, but from recent travels:
Spain: Jamon Iberico & Manchego Cheese
Morocco: Merguez sausages straight off the grill in the central market
Iceland: Skyr & an Icelandic Hot Dog with remoulade and crunions
Sweden: Fish stew from Salu Hall and the meatballs from Pelikan
Tokyo: Daiwa Sushi and, of course, the Ramen.
Osaka: Okonomiyaki and Takoyaki
Sterling Heights, Michigan: The shrimp fried rice and egg roll from my parents’ restaurant, the Golden Wheel. I’ve been eating this all my life and it keeps me centered.

When you’re not being a pretentious foodie, what foods do you slum it with? My girlfriend makes the best Buffalo Wings with the Blue Cheese baked into skin. It’s only categorically slumming it, because they’re absolutely amazing and I’d pay top dollar for them anywhere. Also of note are Spam, Slim Jims, Cup of Noodles, General Tso’ Chicken, and Gray’s Papaya.

And to close us out, an SAT-style analogy for you. Studiofeast is to food as ________ is to sex. A Caligula-style Roman orgy…with farm animals.

You can sign up for Studiofeast’s mailing list at their website. And you can read more about the first Undergrounds Unite event here.

Big in Japan: Want younger looking skin? Try bird poo!

by Matthew Firestone on

Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor. In fact, the closest I ever got to medical school was a failed campus visit that drove me to Japan in the first place. With that said, I am merely reporting here today on the purported merits of bird poo, rather than endorsing it as a safe and effective beauty product.

Besides, I’m sure you’re beautiful just the way you are, so why change a thing? (^_^)

In the olden days of Japan, geisha were – and still are – known for their painted white skin, which was believed to be a sign of beauty, grace and social refinement.

As you might have guessed, the look seems to have some tough competition, especially from the dark-tanned and bleached-haired urban youth of hip neighborhoods such as Tokyo’s Harajuku.

But, old traditions die hard, which is why bird poo is making a comeback amongst Japan’s female fashionistas.

Yup. You definitely read that correctly. Bird poo.

Before you run outside and start rubbing your face against all that pigeon poo on your car’s windshield, keep reading as there are definitely a few things you should know!

Believe it or not, bird poo is one of Japan’s ancient and time-honored remedies for reversing the hands of time.

Of course, we’re not just talking about any old bird poo, but rather the dried droppings of the Japanese bush warbler (鶯; uguisu) or Cettia diphone, a common bird with a distinctive breeding call that is viewed by the Japanese as a herald of the spring.

Drab in color and somewhat secretive by nature, these birds are very difficult to see amongst the foliage in the trees – or amongst the concrete and steel in the cities – though their pleasant chirping sounds are unmistakable.

And so is their poo!

The droppings of the Japanese bush warbler contain an enzyme that has been used for centuries as both a skin-whitening agent, and as a remedy for fine wrinkles. This special bird poo can even remove stains from kimonos without damaging the silk fabric!

While Japan might have lost a fair measure of its history and culture through rapid modernization, an increasing minority is trying to reintroduce the secrets of old. As a result, uguisu powder is making a big comeback, especially at a time when fashion and body image are at the forefront of most Japanese people’s consciousness.

So what’s the catch? Good question.

Bird poo, at least from the Japanese bush warbler, breaks down the melanin in your skin through enzymatic processes, which obviously leads to whiter skin.

Indeed, melanin is something that you want, especially if you’re not keen on increasing your exposure to UV rays. And, it’s worth emphasizing that skin bleaching – along with Michael Jackson – went out of style a few decades ago.

So, while bird poo might not be the latest and greatest beauty secret to come out of the Land of the Rising Sun, it still makes for an interesting story!

** All images courtesy of the WikiCommons Media project **

“Is anyone sitting here?” Five steps to picking up the cute girl (or guy) on your flight

by Aaron Hotfelder on

Let’s face it: there’s not much to do on flights. Once you’ve browsed the absurdities in SkyMall, watched the first ten minutes of the in-flight screening of Norbit, and listened to all your mp3’s three times each– forwards and backwards– you sooner or later find yourself face-to-face with the chair in front of you. What to do?

Well, if you’re an unattached person on the prowl who’s smart enough to plan ahead, you chat up the cute girl or guy sitting next to you. Here are five not-so-easy steps for discovering inflight romance.

1. It all starts at the gate. The single most important choice you can make is where to sit in that mass of chairs at the airport gate. The unthinking person will simply plop down in the first available seat, but the would-be casanova knows better than that. Out of the dozens or even hundreds of passengers waiting to board their flight in this area, you can usually count on two or three to stand out from the rest. In order to have a chance, you’ll most likely need to sit by them and chat them up at the gate. But how?

2. Choose your seat wisely. If she’s the only one in six rows of chairs, walking up and sitting right next to her is just about the creepiest thing you can do. Instead, sit one or two seats down, putting your carry-on items on the seats between you. This keeps anyone from sitting between you two, and also allows her to see just how expensive your luggage is. (Note: Does not work with cheap luggage.)

3. Establish some common ground. Uh-oh, the talking part– but this doesn’t have to be scary. Take out a pack of gum nonchalantly, and offer her a piece. (If I know one thing about women, it’s that they love gum.) Then ask, for example, “So, where are you headed?” or if you have an especially dry sense of humor, “Excuse me, do you know if this is a non-smoking flight?” Please say this line with at least a half-smile, or she will think you’ve been in a coma since 1950. Ask what she’s reading. Tell her you liked that book but there weren’t enough pictures. Again, say this with a slight smile, or she’ll take you for an overgrown nine-year-old.

4. Try to sit near him/her on the flight. If the conversation allows it, ask where she’s sitting on the plane. If the gods are smiling down on you– as they were in a recent flight of mine– you’ll find yourself next to each other. But more often than not, she’s in 12J and you’re in 28A. Not exactly good flirting proximity. So you’ve got to make your own luck. Walk up to the airline counter– asking your new friend to watch your bags– and ask if it’s possible for you to switch seats to sit next to your friend. If the ticket agent says “no,” or “we’ll see,” by all means take that as a yes. Sit in the wrong seat– what’re they gonna do, arrest you?– until someone tells you to move. Yes, this takes a certain amount of guts, but the saying is not, “No guts, glory anyway.”

5. Look through, ugh, Skymall, then set up something for later. Sure, SkyMall contains a bunch of useless crap– though not all Gadling bloggers agree— but I will give the magazine credit for this: it is a great conversation starter. When the conversation eventually hits a lull, as is bound to happen with a complete stranger on a four-hour flight, grab SkyMall from the seat pocket in front of you. From pets to home and garden to sports and everything in between, SkyMall will help you learn more about a person than you ever wanted to know.

If the conversation goes well, mention to her that you’ve got a several hour layover, and wouldn’t it be nice if you could grab dinner or drinks at one of the airport’s “charming and reasonably-priced” establishments? (Note: Referring indirectly to the fact that you’ll be paying will increase her chances of acceptance considerably.)

If she says thanks-but-no-thanks to your date offer, what have you lost? You’ve merely been rejected by someone you’ll never see again, and as a bonus, you’ve made the flight go by a whole lot faster. To paraphrase Einstein, “Sit next to a smelly guy on a plane for ten minutes and it feels like four hours. Sit next to a pretty girl on a plane for four hours and it feels like ten minutes. That’s relativity.”