Japan Honeymoon 2013: Osaka Nightlife

by - 11/10/2014

After we returned from Nara, we met up with Tricia later that night to sample some of the Osaka night life.

This was nothing like what we experience with my coworker. We started out our night with authentic okonomiyaki! Me and Tricia got kimchi (Tricia had cheese with hers) but Kevin assembled his own, and it was the whitest okonomiyaki ever. He got potato, bacon, cheese, and an egg. He basically got breakfast. The Japanese version of huevos rancheros. We also got this delicious chicken that was wrapped in like, an egg crepe, and some yakisoba.

This was hands down the best thing Kevin and I ate in Japan, and we are still raving about it. After dinner, we headed to the bar owned by Tricia and her husband, Music Bar Butterfly. On our way there, we passed many hosts and hostesses trying to solicit you to visit their establishments. There were lots of signs around like this one:

Those are men, not women! This was one of the infamous host clubs. And I'm not going to lie, I am somewhat intrigued by them. These men just fawn over you and give you attention, but the only catch is you have to buy them drinks. 

Tricia warned us that their bar was small, but it was still surprising. I think there was enough room for maybe 7 or 8 people at the bar. But it wasn't cramped at all, it was cozy, especially when you are there with friends. We had a fun time playing music and drinking.

I was feeling good by the time we left the bar, and headed out to another one. I don't even know where we went. Things start to get a little bit blurry after this. I know we went somewhere called Kama Sutra, and I think we ended somewhere called Cinquecento? I don't even know how to spell it. We went to about two or three different bars. Keep in mind, we started our night around 8:00 p.m.

While we were at one of the bars, they had karaoke. And I just HAD to karaoke. After the song was done, there was a pixelated girl on the screen. Depending on how well you did, it un-pixelated different parts of her body. As I watched, nobody was able to reveal any exciting bits. So I thought, this might be rigged! So I sang my drunk heart out singing "Don't Stop Believin'," my karaoke standard, and lo' and behold, I got  BOOB! I felt super accomplished.

Japanese people know how to party. Bars don't close till like, 5:00am or something crazy like that, and there are many people in them at that time. But then by this time, most of them are belligerent. We knew our night was over after Tricia smacked a guy, who was really drunk, across the face! We took that as our cue to leave, and by the time we got back to the hotel, it was just about 5:00am. I had planned to do a day trip to Hiroshima that day, but there was no way that was going to happen. But that's okay, because I had the best night out ever!

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