Ametsuchi. I was thinking even before we started there of going for a second place on this evening, and the atmosphere and first couple dishes confirmed it. By the end I was positively itchy to finish our hike from Meguro to Gakuegeidai and see about the two likely candidates I had identified. The first one was closed, and the second one calls itself a 'saki specialist' anyway, so what the hey.
What the hey is that it's a standing bar! What the hey?! We don't stand! But this was good. It was already a little close to quitting time when we got here, and not being able to sit keeps you honest, sober, and ready to run for the train.
Foreigners like Black Bull nama genshu too, my friend. And that 'Go' thing on the left was good as well.
The saki menu was a little weird - lots of good brewers, but often not saying what was available from them. Then I saw a bottle of Nabeshima pouring at the next table, and Izumibashi beyond that, and Kagiya over there, and said "Hey! None of that's on the menu!"
Once we figured out that game, it got a lot more interesting to be there. Inspecting the fridge is always a nice conversation starter, and it plunged us into heated and sarcastic debate with the local fauna. Or I imagine that's what it was. They probably just thought we were jerks, seeing as we were going off on this line about how much we hate saki. I cant help it, when someone asks if I like saki while I'm inspecting the fridge in a standing saki bar, I just have to say 'No, I came in here accidentally. I'm looking for the bathroom. Is it behind these bottles?"
I genuinely regret not having more time here. The food was tasty, the sake delicious, the value just fine, and the environment convivial. I would pay extra for a stool, but it's not to be.
It was nice to drink with a young, arty crowd for a change.