YAKINIKU
Following several pit stops, distracted by an interesting object, a fallen shadow or a vivid flower, I arrive at the restaurant and start the offal day. My mid-afternoon is filled with processing various cuts, whilst attempting to learn the language, picking up my pen with bloody hands to scribble words down. I spend a third of my day on translator and each day brings its new challenges.
The menu is set, so we receive the same full bags of organs throughout the week, although which ones we prepare varies each day. Nevertheless, it’s all new to me, many of which I hadn’t eaten or used before. Following a quick trip to the kobini to get another coffee in, we enjoy the makanai (staff meal) and it’s back to work to start service at 5pm.
After an evening in a smoke filled room, grilling horumon (offal), I either jump on a Luup bike, blinking constantly to keep my eyes moist and avoid my contact lenses flying into the night, or walk home past the bustling Izakaya’s and enjoy the energy of the city. I grab a beer from Family Mart to enjoy at home so I can catch up on messages and emails, whilst London gets in full swing.