Dining at Mekiki no Ginji near Fukui Station

We stumbled into “Mekiki no Ginji” near Fukui Station—yes, *that* time, right after diving into the oyster hut adventure with Antonio.

Sipping sake at the oyster hut? Delightful. But the winter air? Absolutely disrespectful. My bones started negotiating surrender.

And so, like true warmth-seekers, we retreated to a heated haven to resume the festivities. It was an odd hour, so the place was practically a ghost town. They sat us at a table that felt like it had escaped from a surrealist painting. Whatever. We weren’t there for interior design critiques.

First order of business: all-you-can-drink course. Cheers to poor decisions and great memories!

Skewers? Check. Dumplings? Obviously. We ordered like two warriors preparing for a culinary duel.

But still—*cold!* Solution? Hot pot, naturally. Japan’s ultimate soul balm.

And what pairs with hot pot like a dream? Piping hot sake, of course. An elixir for the frostbitten spirit.

They were out of monkfish liver, so we got extra meat instead. A worthy compromise. Rich, tender, and full of “we’ll regret nothing!” energy.

One portion between two people. And somehow—magically—it was enough. Satisfaction levels: astronomical.

To close the night, we switched gears with highballs. Because why not? We were already committed to chaos.

Did we order grilled oysters again? No. We are wild, not *insane*. We’d just devoured them earlier. Moderation, folks.

And thus concludes our gastronomic detour into warmth, sake, and slightly too much fish.