Friday Night means one thing: NO ALARM CLOCK – hottest words EVA. But that talks for later….. Friday night and J comes home and we decide that Japanese is what’s up.
Time for some yakitori. MMMM St. Marks time. Which means Village Yokocho.
First thing we did was order a giant pitcher of beer. SO MUCH FOAM.
UMM… I couldn’t resist.
Takoyaki.
Asparagus. Scallions. Green Pepper. Mushroom.
Different parts of chicken and beef … and balls :] Oh chicken balls…. ground chicken balls not their “BALLS” durrrr…. that’s at a different place<3
Somehow all the sticks were on my plate. HAHA. Way for J to make me the fattie.
Not enough, we want MORE!!!!!!!!
We need more and more chicken skin…..
MORE chicken skin, alls, shishito peppers and then some…. OH cartiledge
After a delicious dinner.. we headed to the secret yet so known, Angel’s Share but the wait was too long and didn’t seem worth it. The bathroom was gross and it was freezing in there… So we left….
… and headed to the sure thing: Proletariat
Happy Happy Joy Joy
