ah, what is it like to walk through sliding wooden doors and pass a curtain?
feels like omen noodle in kyoto if you ask me, absolutely nostalgia.
now you may all think i am. another one of them yuppies who are die hard fans of japan culture and i may be, but i appreciate service and quality. japanese do it well as they have processes. processes generate consistency and kaizen.
my japanese executives swear by it and so do i when i see an authentic japanese restaurant vs a psuedo japanese one run by a bunch of fdi students (oxidized tuna if not beetroot dyed white fish) or koreans (japanese dont use red garnish).
toriciya is genuinely unique. its cramped like them two seater izakayas in osaka and kyoto laneways but its real.
however, if you were to compare the skewers with jugemu, juges wins hands down. the idea of toriciya is not so much the food as pure izas go its more about the guzzle. the grog the oh so delicate warmsakeand trunks of asahi or sapporo and golden river bottles of 4.5%ers.
the airconditioning at the bar table is a little strong, best to bring a coat, the reservations needless to say for a small alley way sized eatery must be made. the grills are the best and the croquettes the seafood scallops say, are juicy (i bet defrosted hokkaidos) and the dessert, skip it.
ambience is tops, food is... well if you were really japanese, would you come here...? probably but komaru would be better although its just hapu sushi and not yakitori.
so, if you are up for a suburbia kinda chin wager night and you got a bit kaching and bling in the belt toriciya is definitely the place to warm up to the weekend.