A small, homely backstreet izakaya run single-handedly by a food-loving owner, with a counter where regulars settle in and a cozy, late-night-diner feel that reviewers liken to eating at a friend's home. Dozens of handwritten menu slips cover the walls, so choosing is half the fun. Each drink starts with a pick from the owner's "pride" otoshi series, such as chicken liver and heart simmered sweet-savory in a Coca-Cola base. The kitchen leans toward fish, with dishes like crisp-skinned salted salmon belly, homemade nukazuke pickles and a "serious" fried rice with Nagoya Cochin egg.
