Kushikou

There is another city district Meizancho, known for bars and neighbourhood kitchens so after a little google search to locate a likely one we set off to find it.

Got the same taxi driver as last night and he dropped us within meters of where we wanted to go. This is only a tiny place, looks like the front of someone’s house. Busy, busy though so that’s a good sign.

No English anywhere in here. We just pointed to anything that looked good, which was just about everything coming out of the kitchen. The couple sitting next to us thought everything we did was hilarious and the fact that we ordered everything they did.
We were the only tourists in there and they were fascinated that we’d picked their restaurant to come to. The lady running it wanted to know how we found them. And why we picked this particular place to come in to.

We managed a bit of communication thanks to google translate but even then a few things where lost in translation. Made for a few hilarious moments.

We have seen souchu on the menu a few times and didn’t really know what it was, our new friends had ordered a bottle and poured us a couple of glasses. OMG so strong and tasted like petrol to me. Graham didn’t seem to mind it and finished off his and mine. He was all ready to go back for another refill but we have to be on a Shinkansen early tomorrow so I saved him and dragged him out of there.

Big hugs from the staff and neighbours as we were leaving. I’m always amazed how much interaction we have with the people we meet. Great memories!Okumaya devam et