We were about a week and half into our trip at this point and getting pretty good at sniffing out tourist traps. We did not try any of the price gaugers in the geisha district and were eating cheap from convenient stores and ramen shops. Occasionally, we would be lured into unmarked alley (like this one in the picture) hoping it would end with a restaurant. This one indeed lead to some sort of food place, but it was closed and there was no sign. Our guess was a private invite-only restaurant similar to geisha houses. Neat eh?
We went back to What Is Beef again with Phil, breaking our don't-repeat-restaurant rule. With the help of Phil's irresistible charm and sleek tongue, the waiters gave us the information on each dish and the story behind the beef. He also introduced us to a hand-crafted dessert. It was warm red bean mochi with agave syrup and peanut powder. It had similar texture as jelly with more doughiness while the agave and peanut worked magic on my tongue. We got incredibly drunk, again. Hard not to when alcohol was this good and this cheap.