High Quality Pork Fat

Tonight we are in Kyoto, one of the many former capital cities of Japan. We haven't seen much of the famously intact pre-Meiji architecture with the exception of a small walk through the Gion area.
We arrived in mid-afternoon and managed to make a fairly smooth transition from the JR lines to the local subway tracks. Armed with internet research on the best way to get to our hotel, we thought we were on the right track. In what has become a theme of our trip so far, however, we ended up schlepping our bags probably three times as far as we assumed we would. It wasn't as bad as it could have been though and we were rewarded with an upgrade when we checked in to our hotel - which is awesome. It's bigger than what we reserved and it has a massage chair, which I may or may not be using as I write this.
Anyway, we thought we would head out for a nicer dinner at a one of the many Kawayuka restaurants near our hotel - these are places with ample seating over top of the waterway that have great views of the river and the mountains. Unfortunately, lots of these places were kinda pricey and almost all, including the reasonably priced places had a table charge of 1000 yen per person before you even ordered anything. Needless to say, we decided that a $30 charge just to get a seat was not worth the fancy view, and we ended up going to a ramen joint.
It was probably the best choice we could have made though, and it inspired the title of this post. Each of our ramen bowls came with large helpings of fatty pork slices. I somehow got fattier pieces than Rachel, but it was so worth it. I'm not sure I can ever eat the 99¢ ramen from my college days again.
We fought against the possible sleep inducing effects of these bowls of fatty deliciousness by a walk through some shops and down into the historic Gion area. Gion is where all of the traditional Geisha houses are but we did not see any Geisha themselves. Which is not really surprising on a Monday night. I'm not too heartbroken about it though.