Can you guess that oysters aren’t necessarily my favorite thing? I always love two oysters… the third is “fine”… then please don’t show me any more 😀
We had only two nights in Hiroshima, and we were sad to leave. It’s a really nice place to visit and we wouldn’t mind staying longer—but on the other hand, they are famous for their oysters…… so we obviously had to check them out. We dutifully trekked over to the place our bartender recommended.
It’s always great when you can go to a place a local guy recommends!And there are the cold dead raw things themselvesThis is the entire restaurantAll oysters come with labels. Robert ordered the fiver on the left, I contented myself with a mere threeThe labels tell you where each oyster is from….… and then you find the name on the map and you know at least which coast they are from!For scale, check out Robert’s hand holding this one 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 For what it’s worth, Robert says he still prefers American West Coast oystersAfter the oysters comes—obviously!—squid-ink risottoAnd then—what else?—oyster pizza!Is that a zebra in the back? Sometimes Asian things are hard to understandWalking home, I got very excited when I saw this place!!!!Turns out that what looked like an exciting video-game arcade is actually six entire floors of nothing but stupid grab machines 😡
Dismayed by the lack of video-games, we decided to hit up our local bar again.
This is it from the outsideWe asked our bartender again for “Asian cocktail,” which basically means make whatever the hell you want haha we loved this bar, if we’d have stayed longer I’m sure we would have returned here every single night!Next door to the bar there is an oyster restaurant where I guess you sign your shell and they hang it on the wall? Or perhaps these are all tombstones marking where people died from eating bad oysters?Yup, things are very Asian here 😀
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