There were a couple of things that were must eat in Tokyo and one of them was yakitori, which is grilled meats on skewers. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but Japan has it down to an art form. There is usually one chef overseeing the skewers on a tiny charcoal grill and he carefully seasons each piece with salt and turns the skewer with precision. It’s hard to explain, you just have to see it. Each piece is perfectly cooked and packed with flavor. We researched on Chowhound and found a place called Fuku a couple of subway stops away. It’s hidden in a small cute neighborhood with a tiny sign out front. Good thing I looked up photos of the place beforehand or else we would have walked right by it.
We had our hotel call ahead of time and they were all booked up for the night, but they said if we came at 8:30pm, we could take a table that had been there since 6:30pm. Turns out when we arrived that it would be another 30 min before they left—they must have had an epic 2.5 hour dinner! So we sat down around 9pm, bad news since we would have to get up at 3am for the Tsukiji fish market the next day. C’est la vie.
So we indulged ourselves and ordered skewers galore! Mike’s favorite was the chicken neck, and I loved the chicken thigh and shitake mushrooms. They were so good and we had some good sake to wash it all down. Since it’s a small grill and the chef gives you one skewer at a time, dinner is stretched out over a long time. Now we know why each table stays so long. We also noticed that here, unlike the ramen place, Mike and I were gobbling down our skewers as soon as they came out and other diners still had a lot of food in front of them. It looked like most tables were here for the long haul and just kept drinking!
We loved watching the chef manning the grill, he’s the only one that gets to cook the meats. Even when he sprinkles salt on each skewer, he has this waving hand motion that’s almost like a little dance. We had probably around 6 skewers each and were stuffed by the end. So much fun.