Sometimes you come across places which can’t be easily classified: like, very unique ones.

Just like this one.

Strictly speaking, it’s not even a restaurant – dare I say it – it’s a “restaurant cluster”.

If you stand with your back to Peninsula, walk 200 meters past the multi-storey “Freshness Burger”, and go under the bridge of the railway overpass to Ginza, then, just before you come out from under the bridge, on the right across the road, you’ll see it – a “hole in the wall”™.

A narrow long corridor takes you UNDER THE RAILWAY. It’s packed with canteens flowing one into the other.

The waiters even bring food from one place to another. No problem.

Trains sweep over you. Everything’s rumbling and shaking. You can’t hear anything during those moments. There’re lots of people around, sort of carnival, feels really great.

This is some hyperlocal trash. Get ready.

It’s tight like in the subway. Everything’s strictly in Japanese, sometimes even the figures (though there’re pictures). Someone’s sitting right there on the plastic boxes instead of chairs, back to back to the aquarium, inside of which something’s hissing. A drunk Japanese woman’s trying to jump on your knees, and there’s an infernal posthumous carousel for drying squids, and some people are sitting… inside a boat (!), and you see a crowd on the floor on tatami here, and students, businessmen, a group of exclusively drunken girls there, some sort of schoolkids, a bit of expats, waiters that look like either pirates from movies or yakuzas, and so on.

It’s an infernal brew.

The same is with the food, starting from chutoro and sea urchin’s caviar sushi (sic!) up to the Japanese version of Olivier salad with avocado. Everything is in there! (c).

Don’t expect any revelations. It’ll just be tasty, almost like everywhere in Japan, but that’s not what you’re paying for: it’s mad funny and noisy in here and you can really feel like a local.

Kampai!