At the Izakaiya

Savion was amazing. Owain was not as smitten as I was, but what does he know, he is a bloke. The Japanese loved him though, and rightfully so, he dances what most people would consider a grand finale just as a little break, he is almost too good, its hard to take it all in. Anyway, he received what must have been an 8 minute standing ovation. He waved and we clapped and Japanese ladies waved and waved back and it just went on and on, it was great. After the performance we went to a nearby Izakaiya which is often described as a Japanese pub, and I guess thats what it is. Though in some ways they are more like a down and dirty Japanese tapas bar. There is equal emphasis on food, served up in lots of small dishes and drink served up in mighty pints. Often found tucked under the archs of railway tracks they are rowdy and dark with low curved ceilings. You sit on tiny stools at tiny tables, often shared with others, and you can get just about anything you want grilled; scallops, asparagus .... squid, as well mainstays like sashimi, tempura and noodles. Its all considererd no frills pub food, but Japanese style, and delicious. I think Izakaiyas evolved as fronts for the black market trade that emerged at railway stations after the war. Not every Izakaiya is welcoming to strangers, not to mention foreigners. At some you must first be introduced to the Mama-san, and if she likes you then you may return. This place is actually run by an Irish guy name Andy. (Which must be very unique) So its a favorite with westerners but Japanese seem to like it too and everyone piles in and makes merry.

ps Owain is wearing a tie he bought at the 100 yen shop.