Avignon_mats1984
Returning from an expedition to Hyogo Prefecture, it was raining continuously, so I took a break at the inn while looking for a dinner restaurant. I had only planned to visit a soba restaurant for lunch, but for dinner, I kept my options open based on my stomach condition. I didn't make any reservations for the evening, just made a list of possible restaurants. Since I didn't have much knowledge of the area, I wasn't sure which places were easy to reach or how to get there from the inn just by looking at the nearest station and a map. But well, when in Osaka, you can't miss udon and okonomiyaki, so I went to a udon restaurant on the first day, so for dinner, I decided to aim for this restaurant where it clearly stated "no reservations". When I arrived around 6:00 PM, there was a crowd as expected. I couldn't tell how many were waiting. I made my way through the crowd and entered the restaurant to sign in at the registration counter. The man behind the grill asked me in a loud voice if I was okay with waiting for quite some time. I said it was fine and waited outside. While waiting, a young man called out the names of those who had signed in. Surprisingly, many people who signed their names seemed to leave somewhere. They handed me a menu while waiting. It was a system where you choose your order while waiting. I was pondering over what to order. The yakisoba also looked tempting, but I thought, well, if I'm in Osaka, I can't miss having "okonomiyaki," so I decided on okonomiyaki. And the absolute ruler of okonomiyaki, the "butatama," was a must. I also ordered a beer. However, the menu had some intriguing items listed under "today's recommendations." Items like grilled chicken and leeks, among others, caught my eye. Strangely, the top item written in red caught my attention - the Wagyu steak. Okonomiyaki with steak. That got me curious. After much deliberation, I added a mini Wagyu steak. Now, I was all set for a solid lineup and eagerly waited. After about 30 minutes, I entered the restaurant. I was seated right next to the grill master. As soon as I sat down, a beer was placed in front of me. The expert man grilled the leeks and okonomiyaki one after another. While watching him, I sipped on my beer. It was a prime seat. As I was enjoying the scene, the grilled Wagyu steak was brought to me. It was truly exquisite, as expected from the top recommendation listed. The surface was crispy and the inside was cooked rare to perfection. When you chewed, the fat and meat juices burst out. The steak sauce that came with it had an exquisite salty taste. Topped with garlic chips, it was a delight to savor. I couldn't help but think that this was something you'd pay around 5,000 yen for at a fancy Italian restaurant in Tokyo (if not more). Yet, here it was for 1,880 yen in Osaka's downtown Namba area. The chef in the back kitchen who prepared the side dishes must have some serious skills. Osaka is truly amazing. Just before the grill master finished cooking the "butatama," he brought over the plate with the steak and when I told him "it was delicious," he smiled happily and said "ookini" (thank you in Osaka dialect). And then came the "butatama." I've never really thought okonomiyaki was delicious, but I was truly impressed by how delicious it was. Crispy, fluffy, and rich in flavor. It had a force that could overpower anyone who doubted its deliciousness. The total bill for this satisfying meal was 3,440 yen. As I was leaving the restaurant, the "ookini" from the grill master, who was grilling leeks and okonomiyaki one after another at the forefront of the restaurant, left a lasting impression. It wasn't just his lively and spirited demeanor, but there was a warmth and strength in his "ookini" that made me feel really happy when he said it. I've become a fan. I might get scolded if I called this place the "heart of Osaka," but for the first time, even a Tokyo-centric person like myself could understand and appreciate the charm of Osaka. I felt like I touched on the "appeal of Osaka" that I want to make a regular visit when I come to Osaka (but�