In case you cant tell, every one sits on the floor, even the cooks who are also the servers. There are a few people who walk around, take your order and then yell it at the cook. Cook is not really the right word, most things were raw there. When your food is ready they use a long wooden paddles to hand it to you. This is the place I went to and got hooked on cold sake, served in an "over poored" wooden box. This is the whole restaurant, very small. Fred says it is where we drank too much sake and handed over our lives to the Japanese for 4 yrs. The President of the Japanese company we used to consult for took us here, with his wife and spent the night trying to convince Fred to come work for him and for me to sell him my consulting company. (Ah, for the days someone thought it was worth anything!) Fred drank the most, apparently and spent the next four yrs regretting it! Okay maybe just the last few ;-)
But we will never forget this place and that night and then here it is! A little piece of our past for your enjoyment:
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