Your night, stop by stop
Omoide Yokocho
We squeeze into a six-seat yakitori counter under the tracks and order whatever the guy next to us is eating.
A Golden Gai bar
We pick a bar by its door, climb a staircase barely wider than us, and become regulars for exactly one drink.
Missing the last train
We walk back through Shinjuku after the trains stop, when the city goes quiet in a way it never does otherwise.