Locally to me, far from anywhere it belongs, an independent-spirited Japanese man operates a little izakaya as a solo enterprise. Jazz, shockingly varied menu for the square footage and manpower; the whole deal.
He keeps a television set up at the bar he works behind—pointed away from the bar, toward him. He shows only kittens playing and views from train drivers’ windows…
Locally to me, far from anywhere it belongs, an independent-spirited Japanese man operates a little izakaya as a solo enterprise. Jazz, shockingly varied menu for the square footage and manpower; the whole deal.
He keeps a television set up at the bar he works behind—pointed away from the bar, toward him. He shows only kittens playing and views from train drivers’ windows…