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| - So, you're new to town and you are in a really sketchy area and you see what appears to be a bar and you go inside for a quick drink. Inside, there are stereotypically middle American types: men with cowboy or baseball hats; there's country music playing in the background; there are some hot chicks walking around, but most of the women are as overweight and roughly dressed as their male companions. You might feel uncomfortable, especially with the guys, who look like they're with a motorcycle gang, with their bellies hanging over their belts and looking like they can tear you in half for not knowing the difference between a Harley Davidson and a Tonka. You look at the bar, where everyone's belting down whiskey and bottled beer and instead of nuts or pretzels in the bowls in front of them, you see plates of ... sushi?!?
That's what Takamatsu's reminds me of. It's a bar, that's not a bar (not open on Sundays and closing way too early during the week to be a "real" bar for anyone); and it's a restaurant that somehow found its way into a bar. If you have any doubt this is REALLY a bar (or once was), you need only look at the dark colored interior with aptly placed soft lighting and lack of windows. This is THE bar you remember from the middle of Nowheresville, where people came on a Saturday night to get drunk and get lucky. But wait! You can't have a cowboy bar without snacks ... so they attached a sushi bar and hired someone to serve Korean food with your Heineken and Jack Daniels. Frankly, had Kim il Jong walked out of the bathroom (complete with advertisements inside for Ju Jitsu classes), I wouldn't have batted an eye: it would have seemed completely normal.
I'm not inclined to say, that the dark colors and poor lighting actually induce an atmosphere of happy dining. While the service is good and the food decent, I almost expected to hear the sound of slaves from the kitchen preparing rice and soup for the miners no doubt toiling behind the restaurant and guards in solid green uniforms with red armbands strolling into the place to let us know our meal was over and it was time to get back to work. For those of you familiar with the Wendy's Soviet fashion show commercial of the 80s, the atmosphere was sorta liked that (if you don't know the commercial, look it up on YouTube!).
The food itself tasted good; but the portions were far from large and the traditional appetizer plates they give you with Korean food skimpy. Service was excellent, so I can't fault that. But honestly, for the prices, there are better in the Valley ... and you can actually see what you're eating in most of them.
Sorry
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