I`ve been a loyal customer of Bishamon for the past 2 and a half years and I gotta say that things have changed a lot...the people, the prices, and the enviroment. One thing`s for sure, the people that I used to see and enjoy pretty much all went back to Japan...Thanks to Mamosan and Shinta, who introduced me to this bar and it`s people...I would have never have made such sweet ass friends. When I first started going to Bishamon, we always had our own group, sometimes enough to fill half the bar, and we knew all the waitresses...but now, shit ain`t the same...the place evolved from a Japanese tatami floor style where you take your shoes of and kneel...to a traditional western style booth set up. The place got a lot NICER and FANCIER, but kinda lost some of it`s main elements that made the bar so traditional Japanese...these fuckin Americans and Taiwanese mother fuckers complain too much...it`s not like they don`t know how to get on there fuckin` knees...
But for tonight, this quiet Sunday night...Take-san, the bartender at Bishamon, accompanied by his friend Chicu-chan, took me out for dinner...which is unusual cause I`ve never went to Bishamon having the intention of having dinner...just to get fucked up. The food always seemed bomb, but I don`t know if I was too drunk to even be able to tell what`s good or not. Of course, I had to get takoyaki...and a nice pitcher of Kirin straight off the tap...the best part of it all was the presence of the original people, well some of them but the main heads...good ol` times!
いただきます!
ぬれる!
双子だ!
リーサちゃん!
あなたの風になって。。。
You know it`s official when Mama busts out the Shiro!...on the house!
カンパイ!
Happy Water ya`ll
ごちそうさまでした!
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