So, we made it into an Izakaya, which is a form of a neighborhood bar that normally locals or regulars frequent. We ate at infamous Memory Lane, also called: Piss Alley. It's not as filthy as it sounds. Amazing place. Narrow alley about 100 yards long with about 60 restaurants/bars that have at most, 10 seats each. Our man in the pic hooked us up with about 12 sticks of yakitori with a variety of grilled meats and veggies, along with a large quantity of saki. Couldn't have finished a full day of sightseeing any better.