You have to wait outside or reserve a table (but even if you have made a reservation, you may have to wait anyway). The place is smoky and narrow. It smells like food. It is not just narrow; it is fucking tight, barefoot on the “catwalk”, along the narrow-narrow counter. Packed with foreigners.

Hold on! Why did we even show up?

To eat!

Essentially all they have is yakitori! Off course, they have some «normal food», but it is less interesting. Everything is “right off the knife”. You see it in the glass case, it is gathered there just before the night opening and it rapidly runs out. There is no ready-to-eat stuff in the fridge.

Consequently, it radically affects the quality of the food on your plate.

In general, their «approach» deserves mentioning. For example, chicken hearts are cut lengthways and put along the skewer in the form of a flat sheet in order to be grilled the MINIMUM amount of time, without drying the hell out of them and so on.

Besides the food, it is noisy, cheerfully noisy. There are many types of fruit wines, which are very light, made of various fruits from yuzu to pears. There’s a few unexpected hits like cherry tomatoes in the thinnest bacon. You’d say, “so what?” but there’s an explosion in the mouth.

Oh well, and as a matter of fact, falling out after the dinner into the nocturnal Roppongi with its infernal neon clinking trash doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Do enjoy!