As someone from the Showa generation, hearing “small home-style restaurant” used to give me a strong image and expectation of delicious food, different from a Japanese restaurant or kappo… an older lady wearing a white kappogi apron welcoming you with home cooking. I opened the rickety entrance door🚪 and went in, but… An old house… that… stale… strange smell… ah… a mistake…? Since I'd entered, I felt I had to order something: eggplant and green peppers stir-fried with spicy miso, chicken karaage🍗, bottled beer (Heartland only) The lotus seeds served as the otoshi seemed questionable, so I didn't eat them. I wondered how they cooked in that tiny, tiny kitchen… then a portable gas stove was placed on top of a pile of belongings… huh?… there?… I thought perhaps they should first tidy up the unnecessary odds and ends and unused cooking utensils… The prices are cheap, but… that's not really the point…

An unexpected hidden gem, I have to admit. A local friend recommended it, and I was surprised that it tasted even better than I expected. I recommend it.

It was very delicious👍 ̖́-