Drunkenstein

March 7, 2007

If a cave-based shrine to Frankenstein is your kind of place, you’ll like “3 Bozu Paradise”, a Frankenstein-themed joint hidden in the shadows down a dark side-street near Yokohama station. It’s an eerie eaterie that should please anyone who prefers Hellraiser to Hello-Kitty.

The whole place is abundant with imagery of Frankenstein’s monster. Everywhere you turn are pictures and statues of the famous flat-headed freak of nature and his big-haired bride. It’s very narrow and poky inside, with low, cave-like ceilings, so you might feel self-consciously similar to Frankestein’s hulking monster, as you try to navigate your way to a table without breaking anything. The most scary thing about the place is the threat of bashing your head on the low ceilings.

The murky interior is decked out like a medieval dungeon, with rock-like walls, and bars on the windows. It’s pretty realistic, although I don’t think classy food was served up to prisoners in real medieval dungeons- if history books are anything to go by, jailers preferred whips and chains to hors d’oeuvres and cocktails. If you want to get picky, I can’t imagine Frankenstein’s monster eating salad with chopsticks, either.

Still all this is quickly forgotten once you order a drink and start soaking up the spooky atmos. Cocktails with names like “Dracula’s Tears” are served up way past the witching hour, in test tubes, mad scientist-style.
And so, you can kick back and have fun, under the leering gaze of a green reanimated corpse statue.

Info:
3 Bozu Paradise

Taiyou Building 1F, Minami Saiwai 2-20-12, Nishi-Ku, Yokohama City.
Open from 5pm to 4am
Tel: (04) 5320 3066

7 Comments | Alcohol, Bar Reviews, Crazy, Fun, Japan, Weird, Yokohama | Permalink
Posted by Roaf

Nomi-Hoedown

March 6, 2007

One of the first and most fantastic words any foreigner in Japan learns is “nomihodai” which means “all-you-can-drink”. Loads of restaurants and bars offer this deal, usually two or three hours of imbibement for a couple of thousand yen. I often find myself goggling in incomprehension at signs promising a night of drunken debauchery for the price of a couple of cans of supermarket-brand lager. “Drink as much as you like” quickly translates as “drink as much as is humanly possible, as quickly as possible, until you start seeing lizards, soil yourself and forget how to use your legs.”

As a rosy-cheeked nomihodai virgin I myself got extremely carried away when me and a mate happened upon the deal in a quaint little izakaya (traditional drinking-hole) near my flat. After obligingly leaving our shoes at the door and parking our bums on the wooden floor, we begun the difficult task of trying to decipher the menu. Somehow we managed to discover the all-you-can-drink deal among the squiggles, and our jaws dropped. We couldn’t believe our luck and eagerly signed up for a ninety minute session, ordering and quickly polishing off a pitcher of beer and then ordering another.
Much to the chagrin of the staff, we were gleefully draining drinks like thirsty camels after a trek through the Sahara. Glasses went up and down like yo-yos toward our sweaty, inebriated faces.

We soon began making new friends on the other tables. Japanese people, often reserved by daylight, quickly lose their inhibitions after a few beverages and become red-faced and cheery. They happily invited us to join their bizarre drinking games. After a few hours of this, come closing time, it was anarchy. The Izakaya was still teeming with wasted wastrels singing and dancing on tables, a karaoke machine has materialized from somewhere and someone was butchering Aha’s “Take on me”. There were several untouched glasses and pitchers of booze on the table and the incensed manager was pulling his hair out in frustration- Izakaya staff are always annoyed to see full glasses left on the table. Invariably customers have eyes bigger than their bellies and order way too much. I, too, hate to see anything go to waste, so, struggling against the tide of vomit rising up my throat, I heroically necked an entire pitcher of Moscow Mule in one go (which later, on my knees in front of the toilet bowl, I regretted.)

Now, reading through this, you might be cringing and thinking, “hey, scumbag! That kind of behaviour is just not on- while overseas you should be acting as an ambassador for you country, not like a delinquent dipsomaniac!”
Newcomers to Japan often exhibit this outrageous lack of decorum, naively assuming everyone in Japan is getting up to exactly the same hi-jinks as them. Some ex-pats complain that these kind of obnoxious escapades makes all foreigners look bad, but I’d like to think that Japanese people don’t tar all overseas visitors with the same brush just because they saw me staggering, drunk, with my trousers around my ankles, shouting incoherently.

4 Comments | Alcohol, Drinking Stories, Fun, Japan | Permalink
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Japanese Teens and Beer-Machines

March 6, 2007

You can still buy beer in vending machines on the street in some places in Japan, but miraculously the kids don’t take advantage. Imagine if such an easy, no-ID-required method of obtaining beer were available in the West- there would be belligerent, shitfaced youths slumped in every street corner, in pools of puke and piss, shouting inanities, rising occasionally to kick in the machines for another beer-buzz. When I asked some Japanese teens why they don’t do this they replied “Oh, that’s because we can’t. It’s against the rules.” Simple as that.
Japanese teens, god bless them, don’t get up to anything worse than giggling in public, (and that’s only the real hardcore rebels.)

Elderly Japanese folks are often whingeing about the state of young people these days, cataloguing gripes about their appalling conduct. Chief among the adolescents’ heinous offences seem to be “sitting on the ground in train stations” (gasp!), “speaking loudly on the telephone,” or…wait for it… “applying their make-up on the train”. Heaven forbid!
Well, if that`s the worst of it, the old wrinklies should count themselves lucky. Compared to the sociopathic, pizza-faced delinquents we have to endure in the rest of the world, Japanese teenagers are sweethearts.

2 Comments | Alcohol, Japan, Miscellaneous, Tokyo | Permalink
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Hip Hop Clubbing in Yokohama

March 5, 2007

Hip-hop, especially of the domestic variety, is huge in Yokohama. In fact, it’s pretty difficult to avoid, blaring from the windows of newly pimped-out cars, or from the beatboxes of teenagers in over-sized sportswear break-dancing with their reflections in shop windows. J-Hop (or Nip-Hop) is the most happening scene right now. The most popular venue is the evergreen “Yokohama Bay Hall”, the place to be for fans of the amusingly-named local scenesters such as Butcher, Rude Bwoy Face, H-Man, and Moomin.

In Bayhall, you can marvel at Japan’s uninhibited hip-hop fashion at it’s most shameless. Expect lots of girls in flat-caps and terry-towelling jumpsuits, and boys in back-to-front baseball-caps, super-sized jeans and absurdly voluminous T-shirts (thanks to these guys I can buy clothes which actually fit in Japan.) A lack of restraint, and the absence of vocal “player-haters” in Japan has led to a flamboyant street-style of it’s own. It’s OTT and old-skool, and Public Enemy’s Flavor Flav, not previously respected for his sartorial taste, seems to be the style-guru of choice.

There’s an almost entirely Japanese crowd in Bayhall, but it’s a good-natured, friendly scene, despite the moody gangster affectations. Although the rappers have copied the posturing and delivery wholesale from their US counterparts, the gangster ethic has been lost in translation. Most of the lyrics are about love and life-affirmation. For example, one popular local act is called “Murder One”, but they’re more likely to be found in Tokyo Disneyland than in court for a homicide trial. I bet they don’t even litter. Real Japanese gangsters have curly perms and listen to enka.

Info:
Yokohama Bayhall

3-4-17 Shin-Yamashita, Naka-Ku, Yokohama-Shi 231-0801
(045) 624-3900

21 Comments | Bar Reviews, Fun, Japan, Miscellaneous, Yokohama | Permalink
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Tripping in Tokyo

March 5, 2007

Visitors to Japan tend to fall prey to the power of booze rather than narcotics, thanks to the scarcity and astronomically high cost of drugs in Japan. That, and terrifying rumours of ludicrously harsh prison sentences for drugs offenses, in jails where inmates get whipped senseless with rubber hoses and have large objects shoved up their bums by cackling sadist guards. Yikes.
So I was surprised recently when a group of English teachers employed by NOVA corporation, were busted for cocaine possession. And I’d like to know how they can afford coke on a teacher’s salary!

When I first came to Japan a few years ago, magic mushrooms were readily available in “head” shops throughout the country, but annoyingly they were banned in time for the 2002 world cup, due to fear of hallucinating foreigners wreaking havoc.
Still, if you’re really desperate, there is readily available a repulsive-tasting legal liquid E concoction. It’s sold in bottles claiming to contain massage-oil, by furtive-looking vendors on the streets of Tokyo. This stuff makes you go nuts for about twenty hours, so you may find yourself boogieing until the next afternoon in sordid after-parties full of recently clocked-off nighclub hostesses and strippers, (which isn’t so bad!) But, on the down side, you also get chronic diarreah.

6 Comments | Drugs, Fun, Japan, Miscellaneous, Tokyo | Permalink
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