by Angela Hopkins
Shinjuku Station is like falling in love and only you know what your heart feels but you cannot do it justice with words, but I will try. The décor is deconstructed and trendy. An exposed brick and narrowed black and white photography filled wall, Japanese characters on curtains dividing the kitchen from the bar, an old wide bench that sits four, about 10 tables set up back to back along the brick wall and a sushi bar for eight or so hugging around the back side of the kitchen. Whether you wait for a bit or are seated as you walk in, begin with an “Overflow of good fortune.” Continue reading
