Really, really small cups. The cups here are so small that if my life depended on finishing one of those tiny glasses of water, I could probably do it in one gulp…two at the most.
When at an enkai (drinking party), my cup is being constantly refilled by other people (as is the custom) to a chorus of, “Misheru, osake tsuyoi!” (Michelle, you can handle your liquor!). No, I’m not “osake tsuyoi,” these cups are so darn small that I need my glass replenished after every other sip. Bring me a large frosty mug of beer!
I can’t say I’ve gotten used to the miniature cups they have here, but I have grown tolerant of them. I still look at the tiny water glasses that I’m served at restaurants and long for a tall glass of ice water with a fatty straw protruding from the ocean it contains. I rarely ever drain these behemoth water glasses, but the American in me just wants more.
Oh well, I’ll just have to settle for constantly asking for refills while in Japan