Biwa

strong alcohol in tiny cups can be very misleading, especially when you are easily charmed by things that are little. Sert and I went to Biwa for dinner before watching our friend's dance/music show down the street.

There was delight from the tiny little carafe, and then there was the tiny little cups!
We giggled as we played with our grown-up tea set, but instead of imaginary earl grey it was the sweet nectar of sake.

My sister and I have very blunt conversations with unabashed honesty.

"have you been tanning? you face looks great"
"Actually I am wearing a shit ton of make up, I am totally breaking out right now and had to cover it up"

The table of 40 somethings look over our table, mere inches away, and pretended to concentrate on their bowl of ramen while I knew they were listening to our conversation.

we started with a chicken heart skewer. I love different and chewy textures, so i really enjoyed this. the hearts were grilled with a teriyaki glaze and served with a hot mustard. It was nice and irony, and I wished we had three.

The octopus salad was standard and all tentacle curl, yay!

the clams were served in a sake broth, and was full of chilies, also delicious and i really wanted some nontraditional bread to sop the broth up. Sert and I (not so) politely slurped it up with a soup spoon.

Unfortunately we did not get the Ramen noodles they are famous for. Sert is gluten-free. I don't even wanna say what i think about that. just. no.

afterwards we watched a clown writhe underneath plastic and two boys strip nearly naked in a bunch of sweaty glory. It was a very interesting performance.