Conversations over Japanese cocktails and yakitoris.
A wet rainy night in 2015 – my first authentic Izakaya experience somewhere in the neon-lit back alleys of Shinjuku.
Grown-ups
carol's
journal for her 50-year-old self.
Conversations over Japanese cocktails and yakitoris.
A wet rainy night in 2015 – my first authentic Izakaya experience somewhere in the neon-lit back alleys of Shinjuku.