Tokyo, Japan
Jun 21, 2009
Jun 9, 2009
Kagawa かがや 居酒屋
Have been to my fare-share of strange places, but Kagaya かがや has topped them all.
The owner is at one moment normal and quite proficient at English, while at others stranger than words can describe.
Imagine you're dining at rather cheap basement izakaya. There air smells of fried tempura, the furnishings are worn, and wallpaper is peeling from the walls. Yet then at some inaudible snap of the fingers you where transported into a dining establishment of a child’s mind.
For starters, the menu is written in crayon in a notebook with no description of the food or drinks that would be served. Rather the menu describes the diner’s state of mind. To elaborated on or possibly explain the vague menu, the chief puts on a rather bizarre and elicit puppet show that ended in the chef attempting to eat the puppet.
At one moment I would be eating dinner, then without warning we would find ourselves at the mercy of a host that served beer in vibrating burping glasses and put on puppet shows which explained frightening new sexual constructs, such as "Dino Style".
My dear readers this place called Tokyo is stranger than you can imagine. And in spite of its well-worn condition, I give Kagawa and its host Five Stars.
Bellow you can see what happens when two ladies asked for their dinner to be served French Style. Chinese and British style were more amusing, but also a bit too vulgar to be documented.
The owner is at one moment normal and quite proficient at English, while at others stranger than words can describe.
Imagine you're dining at rather cheap basement izakaya. There air smells of fried tempura, the furnishings are worn, and wallpaper is peeling from the walls. Yet then at some inaudible snap of the fingers you where transported into a dining establishment of a child’s mind.
For starters, the menu is written in crayon in a notebook with no description of the food or drinks that would be served. Rather the menu describes the diner’s state of mind. To elaborated on or possibly explain the vague menu, the chief puts on a rather bizarre and elicit puppet show that ended in the chef attempting to eat the puppet.
At one moment I would be eating dinner, then without warning we would find ourselves at the mercy of a host that served beer in vibrating burping glasses and put on puppet shows which explained frightening new sexual constructs, such as "Dino Style".
My dear readers this place called Tokyo is stranger than you can imagine. And in spite of its well-worn condition, I give Kagawa and its host Five Stars.
Bellow you can see what happens when two ladies asked for their dinner to be served French Style. Chinese and British style were more amusing, but also a bit too vulgar to be documented.
Simbashi, Tokyo
Jun 3, 2009
Tokyo
Outside of Oji Park
Taken from a temple overlooking Nishi Nippori Station
A temple in Oji
From my front door after a rain storm.
Akihabara
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