While in Shibuya tonight, my friend at Devil told me that a Taco Bell had opened a few blocks away. Intrigued, I asked him (and two other people) what they wanted, then headed off to find it. It wasn’t easy.
Apparently, Taco Bell tried to establish itself here in the 80s and failed, but the line stretching out the door (roughly 1/3 foreigners) told me that’s not likely to be the case this time. The menu differed in both size and selection, and the prices were unsurprisingly higher, but it was the wait that stood out — about half an hour in line, and at least fifteen minutes after I ordered.
I ordered a spicy pork fajita for myself and some much cheaper fare for my friends. While waiting near the counter, I spoke to a woman there from Mississippi who had come to oversee and train. She said her mother was from Okinawa — which I imagine factored into her being chosen — but that her Japanese wasn’t very good. Still, she seemed optimistic about their success.
Armed with fresh-made pseudo-Tex-Mex, I went back to 肉横丁 to drop off and eat. The food was pretty good; I imagine there’ll be a second store soon.