Since the man loves oysters, but haven't indulged in any for months, the friends took us to dinner at Kakiin Oyster Bar (literally, カキーン オイスターバー HAHAHAHA). I had enthusiastically set an alarm on the phone to remind myself to pop an antihistamine before heading out to dinner. Oysters and such? I think I wouldn't chance it. For good measure, I also popped a charcoal pill. LOL
It's a 200sqft tiny izakaya — 12 seats at the counter, but with social distancing, maybe 10 guests per seating. It's a logic I don't understand. It's such a tiny space. It doesn't make a damn difference. We took the 6pm seating (gotta clear out by 8pm for the second seating at 8.15pm). Fine by us; we would have more time to digest our food, and get back to the dog. Oof!
The owner and his wife are really quite friendly. By now, I suppose. They did smile a lot. Hurhurhur. To be honest, there wasn't time to waste on conversation at the first seating. The space was crazy tiny and there was lots of food to be served. A sous chef helped, but still. I died laughing at this review in The Business Times last April, especially at this one line highlighted in blue. Oh don't I know that?! 😂
Welcome to Kakiin Oyster Bar where, unlike the TV show Cheers, nobody wants to know your name. Certainly not the boss man who, when you enter, looks at you the way you look at relatives whose existence you don't want to acknowledge, ie, not at all. He has the PR skills of a shiba inu - not friendly but will engage if he feels like it - so if you're a glutton for social punishment with a side of shellfish, step right in.
We didn't over-order. The food was sufficient to fill all our stomachs, but nothing too damning as to cause indigestion or bloating. Hahahaha. We wisely didn't order two portions of every dish. Well, except for the oysters. We weren't allowed to share in the bill — the friends insisted that this was to be the man's birthday treat. Wheeeeeee. What a delightful evening!
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