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About Nagoya

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout brothels, huh? Man, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ deep, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*, you know? “What’s goin’ on?!” – that’s me tryna figure this vibe. Brothels, dawg, they wild, fo’ shizzle. Places where folks pay for some lovin’, straight up. Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens, ‘cause the ladies howled, ya dig? True story, blew my mind when I heard that shit.

The Origin of the Otake Buddha (Otake Dainichi Nyorai no yurai)

I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

Chef Kesao Otake brings culinary skills to both Anchor Sushi Bar locations