【人生最期の食事を求めて】淀屋橋で遭遇した大衆酒場の侮れぬ刺客。 : Toridashi Oden To Hoshizakana No Mise Hoshitora

Whether you're in a cramped hotel or at a small desk, you can get work done as long as you have Wi-Fi. That's the era. However, the current situation where we are chased by work even though we intend to pursue it, has convinced us that even though we reject the independence of place and time that separates work and private life, we have harbored a quiet longing for such an era from a long time ago. I am conscious of this. The reason why I am not aware of the passage of time is probably due to the strong light-blocking curtains. When I looked outside through the gap in the curtains, I was covered in the darkness of early winter. It was approaching 8pm. I walked along the banks of the Tosabori River, where the lights from the windows of the buildings that lined the river were reflected. By this time of the day, the presence of people in the business district had diminished, giving it a calm appearance. I found myself avoiding heading towards Umeda. I don't know why, but perhaps my desire to take a stroll around an unfamiliar street corner still lingered in the back of my mind. I walked towards Midosuji. Excessive illuminations and billboards announcing the victory parade of the local professional baseball team brighten up the city everywhere, adding color to the backs of young men and women. As I walked near the shipyard, I felt hungry. What's more, Shinsaibashi was just around the corner, and the city was suddenly starting to become lively. I decided to turn back. I have no way of knowing whether it's a wise decision for me. The only thing I can say is that it's a small, quiet, and relaxing store that will fill you up. I found a small restaurant serving yakitori, Japanese-style meal, and Yakiniku (Grilled meat). However, most of the restaurants seemed to be full, and it was somewhat noisy. I don't feel particularly anxious, but my hunger refuses to give up. Amidst all the crowded multi-tenant buildings, I noticed a white shop curtain with the words ``Niku Tofu'' and ``Oden'' gently dancing on it. I passed by it for a moment, but when I turned back to check on the inside of the store, it seemed almost deserted. ``If it doesn't work, I'll leave right away'' I said to myself as I entered the store. Just one customer was paying the bill. The noise coming from a large TV monitor could be heard on the back wall of the store. To avoid this, I took a seat in the center of the counter. Using the QR code ordering system, I decided to grab a beer and some kimchi while checking out the ``Four pieces of fried star tiger chicken'' (880 yen) and ``Grilled beef offal'' (780 yen). In the kitchen spread out in front of me were a young man and woman of Southeast Asian descent and a Japanese staff member. Once the order was confirmed, cooking began immediately. The process was careful and careful, and the smile of the female staff member who delivered the item after completion seemed to have a more affectionate glow than that of a Japanese person. I tried the fried chicken. The combination of the meat juice gushing from the chicken and the soft coating filled my mouth with heat. Then, the grilled beef hormone (780 yen) followed suit. The movement of the meat dancing on the iron plate and the sweet aroma stimulate a new appetite. ``It wasn't supposed to be this way,'' I asked myself. Let's try to restrain our excitement from just these two items. I added a highball and chose "ham cutlet" (280 yen). It was about the size of a fist, different from the ones we often see, and exposed the crystal-like appearance of condensed flesh. As soon as I ran out of highballs, I noticed an item called French cuisine oden. I decided to add ``Tomato Basil Sauce'' (320 yen) and ``Cabbage Rolls'' (320 yen). I was confident that it was delicious. The last thing I chose was ``Natto Demi-glace Sauce'' (580 yen). The dishes that were served one after another were all carefully and beautifully finished, and above all, the flavors were in perfect harmony. I was completely satisfied with each dish. The only thing I can say is that while I don't think you should judge a store based on your selfish preconceptions about its appearance or its appearance as a public bar, I have reaffirmed the importance of appropriate branding, whether it's just the exterior or interior POP design. Thing. There was no more room in my abdomen. I finished my highball and proceeded to checkout. The smiling faces of the Southeast Asian staff gave me a different kind of comfort than alcohol. People passing by the store on bicycles are all wearing down jackets, reminiscent of the depths of winter. It seems to be the custom to wear them in late November even when it's not cold. The lukewarm breeze felt slightly cold, but it was refreshing for my slightly drunk body. I gazed at the river at Higo Bridge on the way back to the hotel. At night, the surface of the dirty river was covered in darkness, and the light from the moon and outside lights was reflected in the haze. I decided to just stand there on the bridge railing and stare at the moonlit surface of the river for a while...