There on a side street surrounded by high-rise buildings, sitting in front of the shop on folding chairs and using a small refrigerator filled with beer as a table, it really was a very rustic-seeming situation, which made things only more delicious.
Now that I’ve talked about it, it’s made me want yakiniku for dinner, so I think I’ll do that tonight.
And it looks like I’ve filled the page, so we’ll leave it at that. I’ll see you again in the next volume.
Isuna Hasekura