Post-Sheena Ringo concert, we made a beeline for Izakaya Kacchin—because nothing follows art like alcohol and fried food.
We slid into our reserved counter seats. First order of business? Beer. Cold, golden, righteous beer.
Then came the spontaneous parade of small bites. Gyoza—crispy, juicy, sizzling with umami.
Deep-fried oysters? Yes, please. Golden pillows of oceanic decadence.
Karaage followed. Because saying no to fried chicken is a crime in most moral universes.
Then something beautiful happened—the couple next to us turned and said, “We just came from the Sheena Ringo concert.” Our reply? “No way! Us too!” The conversation exploded into a full-blown review session. That’s the magic of the counter seat. Strangers one moment, soulmates in fandom the next.
Turns out, neither of us snagged those tiny concert flags. Apparently, they were going for 500 yen at the merch booth. The heartbreak.
As we bonded over music and missed opportunities, the next round arrived: pickled plum jellyfish and fermented mackerel. A local twist, refreshingly tart and full of character.
And then… a finale worth composing a ballad about: sea bream broth ramen. Silky, delicate, and a soulful way to close the night.
Kacchin’s menu? A wonderland. A fried, pickled, simmered map of joy.
The end. And like any great encore, it left us clapping for more.
“Everything is a once in a lifetime experience.”
— Kobi Yamada
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