We were hungry, we couldn't find Izuu, and this restaurant was there. The food menu was promising at first, a comprehensive list of small plates, covering a respectable range of items hot and cold, deep fried and raw.
The cold slices of Octopus from Hokkaido were my first sign that we'd ordered too much. Each transparent slice tasted like slightly-chewy nothing.
Fried Chicken Skin is the eastern chicharon and my new favorite yakatori. Theirs had no substance and no salt.
Grilled Smelt, a safe option, was standard; little cooked fish with lots of roe.
The Grilled Beef Tongue didn't break the bland streak, and despite the thin slices, none were very tender.
Generic Gyoza hit the spot but the coarse pork and hard scallion filling was quickly forgotten.
The Wheat Gluten Parfait is ice cream between several slabs of varying texture. Savory grilled wafers are a contrast to mochi button-balls with a coat of slimy starch.
Well that'll teach me to run to a random restaurant in the most commercial part of Kyoto! I started looking a lot more carefully during the next few days.
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