The best nights are always the most simple. A bar stool seat at a yakitori place eating okonomiyaki, yaki onigiri, and stick after stick of various chicken parts. Copious pitchers of Sapporo later...a fine fine night. And yes it is always, ALWAYS, about the chicken skin. Emmmmm comfort food.
A cook who looks like bboy Katsu during his prime doesn't hurt either.
I'll miss you most of all proper yakitori. They have some in Philly, but frankly everything is designed to be perfect and it leaves me feeling like something is amiss. However, they do have a banging sake collection and shiny karaokee rooms. I'll come visit you often when I do my monthly pilgrimages back to Kinokuniya for magazines.