ZOU: Where the shit goes down
Zou. I don't think there's anything you could say to adequately describe it. A tiny hole-in-the-wall shown to us by Leanne roughly a year after we arrived. Been there pretty much ever since. This is the establishment we walked into and they welcomed us with Black Sabbath - I know that might not sound too appealing to some, but lemme tell you, after a year of J-Pop and other such drivel, I was mighty pleased to hear it.
Satoru, also known as 'Mr. President', is the owner of the bar. We also were lucky enough to run into perhaps the shadiest cast of Nihonjin in the area... with whom we soon became fast friends. Folks like Hiro, who is possibly one of the most energetic people I've ever met; Ishi, who is quieter but one hell of a musician; and Sumie, who I first met on the slopes of Tenzan. Now I ain't forgettin' Negi, K-chan, 'Loser' Kakara and the rest, I just don't got any pictures of them.
This is the establishment which helped spawn some of our finest hours: events such as the worship of Yoda and the subsequent creation of Goudah, or a failed attempt at cherry blossom viewing (hanami) which turned into a drunken spate of bridge-viewing (hashimi), or even the development and propagation of "Yaki-gokiburi" (grilled cockroach).
Got a few more evenings ahead of me - can't see any reason to come above ground for them.
A Dr. J Manifestation 2000
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