
Tokyo Nighthawks?

Photographs from a small group of islands

When I lifted the camera he didn’t alter his stare. The same was true when I lowered it and offered a tentative smile too. A look that may have been at, or indeed beyond me, but either way it seemed like the right time to walk away.

Just like so many other small bars/eateries in Japan, the lantern outside indicates the basic but almost always decent food that awaits within — not to mention the refreshing taste of modestly-priced and equally unpretentious alcohol.

And this one, specialising in yakitori, has been around since 1985, with its 73-year-old owner spending most of his many working hours here, patiently grilling skewered chicken.

While his wife of 43 years happily waits on.

And the cat, not so happily, just watches.

Just like in many other parts of the world, if it’s a sunny Sunday in the Japanese capital, then there’s gardening to be done. Not mowing lawns mind you. No backbreaking weeding either. But a spot of gardening nonetheless.

Tokyo has no shortage of fancy, modern delis, and the city’s numerous department stores are packed with them too. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t any room for their older, more traditional cousins, because there is — at least for now, anyway.
Wonderfully dated shops that offer the same weighed out portions, except there isn’t a digital scale in sight. No digital anything in fact.
