Not that it’s some outlandish, unbelievable scenario or anything.
It’d just be a pretty random thought to think.
Albeit strangely prescient.
Because now you have Tsubaki, an elevated izakaya where such sake-marinated activities doth occur, now open and looking precisely like this.
First non-foie-gras thing you need to know here: There’s a Bouchon vet behind the kitchen’s plentiful cooked and raw dishes, and noteworthy condiments like barrel-aged soy sauce and hand-shaved bonito. Please carry on.
You’ll most likely enter this diminutive Japanese jewel box with a date. You may then opt for a window seat to watch Sunset Boulevard fly by. Or end up at the bar to get a little closer to the on-tap sake and Japanese beer. Or grab a two-top in the middle to adhere to custom. Or something else that makes sense.
Either way, you’ll soon be sharing the pleasures of such things as Dungeness crab chawanmushi, buttermilk fried chicken and New York strip steak sukiyaki with typically unobtainable sakes and shochus from a former Bestia sommelier.
In the end, the experts were right about that whole sharing-caring connection.