I almost feel bad writing about Mitakaya. Let me count the ways. Just two, actually.
1. It's on my street, and I like to support local business, but it took me approximately 2,500 nights to go for the first time.
2. The Mitakas, and their customers, are the nicest people, and I would hate for anyone to get the idea that I mean anything other than sincere appreciation here.
Actually you can't stop by any time - it gets crowded, and full, pretty much every night. There seems to be a good turnover of people coming in for dinner and leaving though.
There's also beer. And chu-hai. And some sake, but it was Takashimizu, and Mitaka san laughed, unoffended, when I ordered Hoppy after seeing the bottle.
No, I just like saying that. It's been a while since the kitchen was tidied up. But hey, I hope I look as good when I'm this age.
Actually I AM this age. They opened in January 1975, which means that Mitakaya Sakaba and I are the same age (though I get the edge by a few months).
We were all friends anyway.