After clinking pints with Hoffman at a British pub, I parted ways and turned toward the real reason for this Kyoto trip—a cinematic pilgrimage, two days, two films, both steeped in music. My eldest son, now a Kyoto resident, gamely joined for both screenings. First up: “Moonage Daydream: Between the Illusions and Reality of David Bowie”, a one-hour documentary that promised insight… but delivered haze.
Hm. Let’s call it what it was—moody, meandering, and as the poster openly admits, “a prologue.” The man of many faces deserved more focus. Or at least some narrative oxygen.
Post-screening recovery came in the form of a feast: the three of us headed to Tempura & Seafood Yonefuku – Shijo Karasuma.
Drinks first—beer for the grown-ups, non-alcoholic for the responsible ones (or just those pacing themselves).
Kyoto sushi? Surprisingly top-tier these days. Fresh, well-balanced, and visually sharp enough to warrant its own art exhibit.
Next came the tempura—light, airy, thanks to rice oil. Crunchy perfection without the post-fry guilt.
Steak followed. Solid, no complaints. A safe anchor amid our eclectic table.
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But the night wasn’t over—not if my son had anything to say about it. “One more place,” he said. We flagged a taxi and were whisked away to… a rather mysterious rock bar called CRUNCH.
CRUNCH: dimly lit, filled with vintage vibes, and run by a bartender with more character than a Tarantino screenplay.
They say the goat skull on the wall belonged to the owner’s wife… or something like that. Urban myth? Local legend? Bar banter? Who’s to say?
I asked the master to play some tracks from tomorrow’s film. He obliged. Soundtrack? Set.
To be continued…
“I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” — David Bowie
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