Postcards
Yurei Izakaya did a very thorough job! It wasn’t really aiming to scare – there were not many sudden surprises – but in terms of clever touches and drama it excelled. From the yurei-dressed waitresses to the use an ihai-shaped place setting with the name of the person who booked the table, there was a lot to enjoy. The food was relatively unthemed, with the exception of the dramatically incendiary “spare rib” (whose? and sourced from where?), and the okashi omikuji in which one sweet only was laced with wasabi – not mine, happily. The chance to lie in a coffin topped off an interesting evening, or perhaps bottomed it out.
