A Food Adventure in NagasakiIn Japan, food rarely is what it appears to be. Whether you try to discern it from the artistically crafted plastic displays out front, or from the signs, you don't always get what you expect.
I passed by these signs many times in the Shimbashi district of Nagasaki. They always made me laugh. But they never enticed me to go inside to try the food. After all, who wants to eat "scorch bird"? Who wants to have their hormones burnt? True, relaxation was compelling. But not enough.
But late one night I was tired of searching for a new restaurant. This one happened to be just around the corner from my hotel. So in I went. It ended up being one of the best yakitoris I have ever been to.
Nothing was scorched and my hormones were intact at the end of the meal. In fact, just one flight up the stairs from the restaurant I also discovered a wonderful spa. So I relaxed on a nice full stomach.