Happy Monster Island
You're quite impressed by the bar's rustic aesthetic, not like those Osaka tourist traps. There would be no imported beer on the menu here, or menus or indeed taps. The only thing on sale would be sake powerful enough to clean drains with.
The sawdust floor and smoke-stained wall-hangings, right down to the only other customer, a drunk old fisherman out cold at a corner table, all very authentic. You cursed him for being such a loner thereby monkeying up your plans for getting home.
The only entertainment was a woman in a striking orange kimono with a floral pattern who played her lute sleepily to herself. The tune seemed familiar and then you placed it, "A sailor's lament" a song so old it was composed by that most prolific of artists, tradition.
The sawdust floor and smoke-stained wall-hangings, right down to the only other customer, a drunk old fisherman out cold at a corner table, all very authentic. You cursed him for being such a loner thereby monkeying up your plans for getting home.
The only entertainment was a woman in a striking orange kimono with a floral pattern who played her lute sleepily to herself. The tune seemed familiar and then you placed it, "A sailor's lament" a song so old it was composed by that most prolific of artists, tradition.