Golden Gai and Dansan
Tiny alleyways of Golden Gai |
Originally a den of iniquity when the American soldiers were stationed in Tokyo, I got the impression that Golden Gai is not really on the tourist trail (even though it was in the Lonely Planet) - there were no gaijen (foreigners) on the streets at all. The tiny alleyways are lined with even tinier bars (around 200) that seat around eight patrons if you're lucky and most of them have their doors firmly closed, or the bar(wo)man gives you a subtle shake of the head as you walk passed.
Sneak peak into Golden Gai bars
Members only |
We were feeling down right intimidated about walking into any of them for a drink until Sander noticed a poster of a rugby team at the foot of a steep staircase. Ah ha! If we were going to be welcome anywhere, it was going to be here.
Rugby memorabilia at the foot of the stairs |
Sure enough, after some incredibly surprised looks, once we explained we were from New Zealand we knew we were home.
Dansan interior |
Sake from a small wooden cup - it's good luck to overfill the sake glass into the cup
By the end of the evening the Rugby World Cup had been dissected (as had a bottle of sake), Sander had been sketched twice and had the address of the bar to send a rugby memorabilia book once we were back in Singapore (which we have since sent). We staggered home feeling very lucky to have stumbled across such a hidden jewel.
The artist |
Portrait 1: Frosty Boy - inspired by Sander's t-shirt |
Portrait 2: Sander's portrait - signed, dated (note: 1.05am) and tacked to the ceiling (hopefully it's still there next time we visit) |
The Dansan Team |
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