Standing Bar Soba

one of my favorite things in japan is super hot kakiage soba for breakfast in shibuya across the street from the new national theatre and tokyo opera city. cash only, boxes and crates stacked high next to the heat-pump exhaust outside, surrounded by the slurps of salarymen, musicians, and labors alike, the dashi broth’s just barely sweet undertones shining through the savory and glistening with the mild sesame oil of the tempura: more food than i can eat for about $2.