Your night, stop by stop
Omoide Yokocho
We squeeze into a six-seat yakitori counter under the tracks in Shinjuku. Beer, skewers, smoke in our hair, strangers' elbows.
Golden Gai detour
We pick a bar with a door we can't read and climb the stairs anyway. One drink, then we move on before we get comfortable.
4am at Tsukiji
We skip the last train on purpose and ride out the night until the outer market opens. Tamagoyaki and tuna bowls for breakfast at sunrise.