
Beers, smiles and babies

Photographs from a small group of islands

Whatever the weather, and whatever the season, ramen is a firm Japanese favourite. A love affair that means one is never far away from a place specialising in the stuff. Some are fancy. Some are big. But more often than not they are tiny, tumbledown places like this. And invariably they are all the better for it.

Unlike many other kinds of eateries, cleanliness isn’t something one necessarily looks for when it comes to yakitori. In fact, it arguably involves an inverse correlation of sorts (if that makes any kind of sense), meaning the dirtier the place is, the more delicious the food will be. An idea that would suggest the chicken on a stick in this place is top notch.

A conclusion I can happily confirm is absolutely spot on.
The incessant heat and humidity make Tokyo’s increasingly long summers difficult to deal with. And on the countless days when it simply wears one down, there really don’t seem to be any benefits. Except one that is. The simple pleasure of sitting somewhere totally bereft of pretension and enjoying a wonderfully cold beverage.

With rainy season’s miserable grey skies, disheartening drizzle and dreaded rise in humidity, an escape of some sort is often sorely needed. Sometimes it’s even essential. And what better than to swap the dark, dampness of the city’s dismal looking streets, with the far more comforting darkness of a tiny Tokyo bar?
