The place was run by two very cool Japanese guys and they had organised a cook-up for guests.
I was too busy mingling to take pics.
After dinner and drinks I finally left for my bus rendezvous point about a 15min walk away.
I arrived early.
So that gave me just enough time to sneak around the corner and have another beer and a bit more of the skewered stuff. (the batterless version)
|Pork recommended by the cook himself.|
This last one is actually a half-eaten malasada.
Its from a small Hawaiian shop in the beach town called Zushi where I managed to escape to one last time that weekend when I got back to Tokyo.
Unfortunately it was already too cold to swim. But this summer I had managed to swim there about 4-5 weekends in a row so it wasn't so disheartening.