Friday, March 18, 2011
The Kamogawa, at night, looking north. Learned an interesting thing about orienting yourself within the (already very sensible) street grid of Kyoto: you always have mountains on three sides, and the 'empty' side is south.
The bright lights on the west bank are the outward-facing manifestation of the much-beloved and little-penetrated Pontocho district.
Hirosaku in Shinbashi. There were two other customers, very much in the company-man mold, one of whom did a lot of showing off about his English ability and his 'private jet in New York'. After a while, an aging and hardened hostess came in to wait for her escort.
Eikun. Old gadgets like this are fun when they're still in use, and the ability to control the temperature is neat. There must be some quality effects from keeping the big reservoir on top heated to drinking temperature all the time though. Seems like it probably sacrifices flavor for convenience since stuff must evaporate even if it's enclosed. I wonder if that's what made it taste so mellow.
The only beef I had with this place was the (unlisted) prices. Oh, and the weirdness of the mama. And maybe the atmosphere. And the other customers.