Before J-YOO departs to the motherland for another godforsaken year in a country with bizarre ethics, we spent an evening boozing and schmoozing at Shoya, Atlanta's first real izakaya. Located near the now defunct GM factory, there's no better place to bomb yourself away. Okonomiyaki, kushiyaki, sashimi, sushi, bi-ru... I wish life was always this good.
P.S. This is not a food blog. I do not care to explain anything about the food I'm eating, nor will I make pretentious statements about a restaurant's atmosphere, clientele, wait staff, etc. If you're searching for any of that, I suggest you direct your browser to Yelp.
coat. H&M. shoes. Pour La Victoire. bag. vintage Gucci.