On a rainy and super windy night, we popped out to have grilled skewers again, separately. The husband decided to pop by his Tokyo office to say hi and they took him out to dinner at an izakaya (that he can't even remember the name of) in Roppongi. I was taken out to dinner by J and her fam to their local yakitori Mitsu Masa at Shimbashi / 三政 (みつまさ).
The husband and his colleagues took up a huge space at the izakaya, presumably a favorite of his office peeps. Because of the weather, they shifted the 7pm dinner to an earlier 6pm, so that everyone could get back before the crazy rains rolled in. He could tell me what he ate, but nobody took photos of the food. Whyyyy. The only photo he took was of the lightly seared chicken (toriwasa 鳥わさ), which looked rather raw to me. Eeeeps. I have tried this years ago, and I don't see a need to eat it again. Obviously they had a TON of sake.
I had nicely-cooked meats at the super casual and very fun Mitsu Masa. Heh! Nothing raw. I couldn't eat more than I wanted to because lunch was huge, so I had no more stomach space. I could, however, eat chicken hearts. Hurhurhur. The shiitake was so big and juicy. Mmmm. I tell you, I had to seriously resist getting a bowl of rice to go along with the meats.
We all left and went home early, aiming to step into the house before 9.15pm, giving a wide buffer to that threatening red in the night sky. Even the man got back to the hotel by 10.15pm. The gale warning stayed through the afternoon, and the weatherman had issued a 10pm-noon thunderstorm warning. We heeded it.
They weren't kidding. My poor little brolly, expectedly, broke — it was no match against the winds whipping around in all directions. There was rain that wasn't too heavy surprisingly, so honestly, a raincoat would have worked better except that it's 26°C out in the night. TOO HOT. Typhoon weather before the typhoon hits means that it's hot and humid af. A hot shower that night was in order for all of us.
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