This is the thirtieth (!) post in the Around the World Birthday Extravaganza Series. Please scroll to the bottom to see all the other posts in this series.
Locals tell me that a real, authentic yakitori experience involves a dark, smoky, and crowded space, loud chatter, and lots of drinking. Of course, the chicken is the star, and the restaurant will serve every part of the chicken, down to all the good offaly bits.
I am a bit embarrassed to say that I have never been immersed in that authentic yakitori experience. In fact, the one time I tried to go to yakitori (in Boston, when Yakitori Zai was still open), we were unable to find parking and never made it into the restaurant. Sadly, the highly-rated restaurant soon closed and we never got to go. In Tokyo, we’ve focused on sushi more (it’s Bryan’s favorite Japanese food), and thus haven’t made it to a yakitori yet.
Until this trip….