Izakaya Tanaka is gorgeous underneath the soft glow of paper lanterns. With all the commotion inside, both Ivan and Max decide to stay out front. I lean over and stroke Ivan’s back before promising him a treat when we return home.
I know this place well since Myra works here, and I come in often enough. Mrs. Tanaka is at the bar tonight, serving drinks, and the kitchen is hopping. I try to peek inside when the door opens, but I don’t see Myra. The hostess, Sara, brings us straight to a table along the rear wall.