Summer in Tokyo is hot. The humidity embraces you in an unshakable bear hug. This is the Japan I know well, the stifling heat of her summer. For some stupid reason each trip I make to Japan, and there have been many, this is the time of year I visit.
It was less than 12 hours ago that I landed at Narita Airport. In less than 12 hours I would be fleeing Tokyo for the unhurried pace of the Japanese country side. My short stay is purely to catch up with work colleague friends. For once I am not here for work, this trip is entirely a holiday. A holiday that coincides with Mr Fuji’s climbing season.
There is opportunity to have but one dinner in Tokyo this visit, and I knew exactly where I wanted to go, Matsu Sou. Matsu Sou is an Izakaya underneath the elevated railway lines in Ginza. I adore this place, it holds many fond memories.
I first came across Matsu Sou it by myself and my first meal there solo. Copious amounts of grilled chicken on bamboo skewers, and cold dry sake served by a guy wearing an Australian flag bandana. That first meal I just sat, drank, ate, took in the smells, sights and sounds of a hot Tokyo Summer evening. People watching at its best. Read more →