じんさん
Local delicious restaurants in Hokkaido are usually found in alleyways like this. You walk down a quiet street off the main road, then further into a narrow alley. This approach is quite exciting. Upon entering the restaurant, you are led to the counter. The atmosphere inside, filled with the smell of hormones, is already setting the stage for a great dining experience. Looking around the restaurant, there seems to be no menu in sight. The waiter who brings out chopsticks and a wet towel also does not present a menu. "That's how it is," they say with a calm expression, as I confidently order a beer. If there were several menu options, they would usually ask, but in this case, they don't, so I let it go. The young waiter follows the instructions of the owner, not daring to do anything else without their approval. Hormones are served, beer is brought over, and the bill is settled. The waiter seems a bit nervous as they go about their tasks. The owner is in charge of the charcoal grill. They carefully tend to the fire at the edge of the restaurant, keeping an eye on the entire place. They do not leave the charcoal until an order is placed, ignoring any attempts by customers to get their attention. Gradually, I begin to understand the ways of the restaurant. My intuition was correct, as a mix of hormones, a few pieces of onion bulbs, a charcoal grill, and tongs are brought to me. There is no sauce. The hormones and onions are already seasoned, with a hint of umami and saltiness. However, this turned out to be just right. In response to a customer's clueless question about how to eat the dish, the owner simply says, "Just grill it, grill it all." The regulars sitting at the counter chuckle at the unreserved yet affectionate response. The straightforward yet caring service adds a special flavor to the hormones. Sitting alone in front of the charcoal grill, grilling the hormones, I can't help but feel like I'm on a solo camping trip. As I flip the 4.5 pieces of hormones I placed earlier, I add another 4.5 fresh pieces to the empty space on the grill. I eat the first 4.5 pieces while flipping the ones I added earlier and placing more on the grill... and the cycle continues. This is truly enjoyable even when dining alone. When it comes time to pay, I realize I only have 1000 yen in my wallet, so I have to go back to the hotel to get cash from my room. Upon returning to the restaurant, the owner comments, "In the countryside, it's cash only. It's a shame to pay extra for withdrawals," showering me with words of affection. This place is definitely addictive.