Fresh from the streets of Shibuya, an izakaya seemed to me the perfect venue to celebrate his return (although on second thoughts, he was probably craving gravy and fries more than anything else. Oh well.). We thus met at Imadake for some serious chitchat.
If you’re interested, Japan is doing very well. The weather is crazy hot at the moment and a prime minister’s political lifespan still averages less than 1.5 years. Since my guest was clearly the most knowledgeable of us on what to try, I let him pick our nibbles for the night.
The octopus salad that followed was equally thrilling. Marinated in wasabi, its texture was a unique journey in itself: squishy and glutinous, the more, the better.Our last round of snacks consisted of an Okonomiyaki and Rare Beef Ramen, both satisfying. The Ramen’s broth was rich, buttery in texture and salted just right. The pancake, thick, had lots of bonito flakes (like it should) and an okonomiyaki sauce that did the plate justice. Quite full and a bit heated up by all the excitement of this reunion, Y pulled out a little surprise: an electronic fan to go! We freshened up a bit, finished our Asahi and as much as we didn’t want to, finally parted ways.
Imadake, a joyful place to meet long-time-no-see.
P.S. The place is known for its sake bombs (sake shots poured into a glass of beer over chants and fist slams on the table). While Monday obliged us to keep it civilized, you should definitely try the little bombs on your next visit ;).