What's a memory worth? Assigning a dollar value might be a silly proposition, sure, but it's an earnest one too. Whatever your magic number is, I'd wager that it's orders of magnitude greater than the $25 I spent here a few nights ago. Aside from the cool décor, the first thing I noticed about Imadake was the massive fun everyone was having. The second we stepped in, it felt like tectonic plates shifted under us. Turns out, it was just patrons chanting and pounding the tables during rounds of the Sake Bombs - something like Imadake's spin on the Irish Carbomb.
By the end of the night, I was absolutely drenched in alcohol: half it from multiple rounds of Sake bombs sloshing onto my shirt, the other half from a ruptured beerstein that spilled an ice-cold Sapporo all over my pants. And you know what? I didn't mind at all. The staff and owner rocked. The latter was kind enough to slash a sizable chunk off my tab, but gave me a few free drinks for the mishap. I dare you to have a bad time here. All told, I left this place soaked in beer and good vibrations in equal measure. Easily one of the best drinking experiences I've ever had.