Finding Poetry On Your Plate.(Society and the Arts; POINT OF VIEW)(Cover story)

Byline: Joshua Cooper Ramo; Ramo is managing director of Kissinger Associates.

Spend a night in Tokyo and you'll enjoy a celebration of Japan's obsession with, well, obsession.

One winter night in the 13th century, a Japanese Zen priest named Myoe stepped out of a snowbound meditation hall, caught a glimpse of moonlight on the landscape around him, and had one of those blissful mental explosions for which Japanese Zen is famous, quickly scribbling the following lines:

The winter moon comes from the clouds to keep me company. / The wind is piercing; the snow is cold.

The poem may look chilly and obscure, another bit of Japanese cultural granite, but it aims to capture the inspiration that can be found in the simplest of things. "Though I compose poetry," another priest named Saigyo observed a century earlier, "I do not think of it as composed poetry." For these writers, poems were designed as a sort of spiritual remote control, able to release emotion long after they were written.

About 300 meters north of the chaotic Shibuya subway station in downtown Tokyo stands a small shop where, to this day, coffee is brewed in a spirit Saigyo would have appreciated: while they may make coffee here, they do not think of it as made coffee. Preparing a cup takes about 20 minutes. Coffee beans are hand-ground; spring water is emptied into a hammered brass pot, boiled, then passed, a few drops at a time, through a filter. There are other joys on the menu: cafe au lait made by heating the milk to just short of a boil and then speed-mixing it with coffee; hot chocolate melted in front of you; milk tea brewed with a thick, bitter cream. In dozens of small shops like this one around the country, a morning caffeine fix takes on the elegance of a tea ceremony. Sure, a cup of liquid poetry costs $10, but every sip delivers heat that has nothing to do with temperature. The jolt comes not from the caffeine, but from something very like what Myoe saw in the moonlit snow.

You'd like the address of this cafe? I'm keeping it to myself. After all, one of the great pleasures of Tokyo today is the act of discovering, by accident or intention, hidden corners where some of the most extraordinary food on earth is being made. No one can begrudge the folks at Michelin their impressive new Tokyo guidebook. But with the publication of their map to Tokyo's best eateries, they've risked draining away some of the pleasant mystery of finding dinner in this city. My advice to prospective buyers of the guide, therefore, is probably this: don't. Just absorb the stunning fact (long apparent to those fortunate to eat regularly in both Tokyo and Paris) that Japan now has more ...