The place last night was fascinating.
Omakase yakitori, in a seedy Shibuya alley, no sign, locked door they buzz you in, eight seats. I went with my friend L.
To my right was a gangster type with a babe who, I was told later, was well compensated. To my left, were two apparently famous Japanese actors who are in, “Kinky Boots.” They both looked as if they were nine years old.
The food was guinea fowl, and most of it was stuff you’d find in ovaries, barely cooked, as well as some more familiar things like wings and breasts. Delicious stuff, and reminded me a bit of the food version of Gen Yamamoto, who is one of Tokyo’s extraordinary bartenders.
Deep flavors, unforgettable narratives, a little this, and a little that.
Back to Battleship America this evening, looking forward to returning to Japan by end of April. I hope.
