Category Izakaya Nobu

The moon was veiled in a hazy, smoke-like cloud. Despite the season of budding new greenery, the cold showed no signs of abating. The weather in the old capital was fickle. The fact that the air wasn’t warming up was…

The word “kiss,” coming from Shinobu, made all the customers in the restaurant turn around with startled expressions. Izakaya Nobu has delicious food and sake, but some customers come specifically to see Shinobu. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say…

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve been to this place,” Hans muttered to himself as he stood before the glass sliding door. Izakaya Nobu. The peculiar tavern built of plaster and wood had become a go-to place only to…

A glistening, amber-colored ankake-jelly was generously poured over the white mound. On top, something finely chopped and green was scattered. According to the waitress, it was a herb called “negi” A pleasant aroma, mixed with steam, tickled Johann-Gustav’s nose. It…

Johann-Gustav was first surprised by how warm it was inside the establishment. He was only familiar with the city’s taverns as standing-room-only places with drafts whistling through. This place, however, was different. Though small, it had chairs, arranged so patrons…

Red. So very red. The entire serving of noodles, completely red. “Fräulein, (young lady) what exactly is this?” He enunciated each word carefully, adding a touch of intimidation to his tone. Gernot had certainly ordered a pasta dish, or so he believed.…

Cabbage. Yes, it was cabbage. Gernot was eating cabbage. Gernot, a distinguished figure with a seat on the city council of the ancient capital, was simply, and wholeheartedly, eating cabbage. It hadn’t even been made into pickled sauerkraut. At first…

Sizzle, the sound of the chicken being lowered into the oil. The pleasant sound filled the small shop, and Bertholdt couldn’t help but swallow. Using so much oil to deep-fry something was quite a luxury. Normally, people would just push…

Winter in the ancient capital is cold. While it rarely snows, the north wind’s chill feels like it’s piercing your skin. “On a day like this, there’s nothing better than a drink,” muttered Berthold, the company commander, as he dismissed…