H&M fail and then some

Today was spent with Joey and Hide who live and work here. We planned to eat yakiniku (grilled beef, to be more precise) but the guys were too kind to let me make a side trip to H&M.
Joey said he didn't think the Lanvin collection would fly over here because the party dresses look ridiculous to the Japanese eye. He was kind of right because most of the people coming out of the store at noon looked like foreigners (read: mga Pinoy!).



There was no line but a Guardia Civil stood right in front of the main entrance.



These were the windows in Shibuya today



The rules posted on the window were kind of a turn-off. You had to queue for a color-coded wristband with a designated time for shopping—good luck to your ten minutes! You can only buy one item. So screw that.
The men's section, however, was open season.



Here's the throng of people being told they were out of wristbands.
But you can return at 1 PM and shop all you want.



We decided to come back after lunch at nearby Jojoen, which Sayoko-san said was the favorite of her Filipino guests



Very festive



Hide and Joey ordered for us



I wanted scallops. Before:



And after (I want to try this at home)



Jeroen wanted bibimbap



The tutong (burnt rice) was just lovely. My dad would like.



I love beef bowl



OK pork was clearly the winner here. Before:



And after:



See the ruins. I really feel bad for Japanese dishwashers.



Oh, and Hide and Joey treated us! ありがとうございます!
Back at H&M was kind of pandemonay. No pictures please!



I can tell you now Joey was right. None of those colorful frou-frou dresses were moving. Especially the pink ones.



So yes I got my loot, as in super konti lang—one for Ana and one for Grace because they are my best girls. Pajama pants for me and something for my goddaughter.
The weather was so lovely. They boys did wait for me at Starbucks while I finished shopping.



Well, so much for H&M x Lanvin. Conclusion: This ain't Comme des Garçons.
And you, did you get anything?