Old Boy's wife has been in Korea for a few weeks now. This has been our chance to paint the town red. So the first thing we did was go eat an exclusive hole in the wall Japanese eatery off of Ly Thu Trong St. The menu was written on the wall with prices. There were no pictures. English was not spoken nor was Vietnamese. The place was operated by a Japanese couple and communication was hard to say the least. By the time I got there, Old Boy already had a bottle and plenty of beer. Koreans drink a lot if you didn't know. I sat down on the stool area over looking the tiny cooking area. Smoke filled the room as the patrons were straight up Japanese. The chaos was winding down when I came in because it was nearing 11 at night. Eventually things got ordered and I was in heaven. This was hands down the best Japanese food I've ever eaten. How can someone go back to eating sushi at a buffet after they've been here? Heaven. Heaven. What more can I say? Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous and I would be embarrassed to take a Vietnamese girl there because we would stare at each other without a clue in the world why we were there. But I would know why, but she wouldn't. Not to rag on Vietnamese girls, but I haven't met one that appreciated the concept of mom and pop dining. They just care about what tastes good or where most people go to.
Supposedly famous chefs go to this restaurant to eat. The chef of the Nikko Hotel sat near us and Old Boy was delighted that one of his idols was next to him. The owner of Osaka Ramen was in the house as well. What a festive time. Drunk people all over the place praising each other and happy moments abound. This was my first taste of something authentically Japanese in such an environment. I would never go by myself to places like these. It would be very intimidating. I'm happy to say that Saigon has no shortage of quality Japanese food. Lol at the local girls who think that Japanese food is all about eating live fish. If I had 5,000 Dong each time I've heard that.
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