Kagaya is more well-known than your run-of-the-mill B-spots. This is most likely thanks to its insane but strangely charming owner and entertainer, a man who goes by the name of Mark (despite being Japanese). Ostensibly, it is a totally unremarkable izakaya (restaurant/pub), that is, until you receive the menus and Mark’s outrageous slapstick performance begins. The menus are scrawled in crayon in children’s school exercise books, but there are only three courses to choose from: a light snack, a moderately sized meal, or an I-want-to-give-birth-to-a-food-baby all out feast. When you order, you must pick a country–the food and drinks will be served in the ‘style’ of the country you choose. Not quite sure whether Marky boy has ever been abroad, given that Brazil involved him storming into the room wearing an octopus hat and flailing uncontrollably. I can only assume this was meant to be the Samba. There is also a hilarious and painful (in equal measure) finale with some sexually repressed frogs. All the while, his mother who prepares the food in the kitchen shakes her head and looks on in disbelief.
Out of the East 