In the Shinjuku district of Tokyo there’s a particular place that’s called Omoide Yokocho – Memory Lane but it also has the slightly more dubious monikor of “Piss Alley.”
It’s a somewhat dingy spot where local folk hand out in tiny, shoe box sized eateries.
The name comes from back in the day when there were far fewer of the hyper sanitised public rest rooms and people just relived themselves on the floor.
From the cramped bars, many of which seat less than 20, to the steam rising from kitchens, to the precariously stacked plastic crates and snaking wiring, it’s a very different scene to the sanitised neon highrises of the rest of the city.
This is where we experienced our first ever taste of Sake, actually in Japan!
A sozzled, middle aged Japanese man bought our tiny bar a bottle and proceeded to continue to merrily dole out tiny measures of the warm fire water!