Robata Ishikura — Restaurant in Tokyo

A Journey of Change: Tokyo, a Place of Reflection It had always been a dream of mine to visit Japan, and when I finally arrived in Tokyo, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to celebrate it with her. This was supposed to be our vacation, a chance to start fresh in a new city, to build more memories, and perhaps even take our relationship to the next level. We had planned this trip for months, talking excitedly about all the things we’d see and do. Tokyo’s buzzing streets, its rich culture, the food everything had been chosen with care, as if the city itself was going to be the backdrop to our future. It felt like the perfect setting for something beautiful. But now, as I walked through the crowded streets of Shibuya, with its neon lights casting their glow on everything around me, I couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness. The dream I had held of us together here, experiencing the energy of the city as a couple, now felt distant, like a fading echo of something that would never be. I thought of her as we had once been. She had been my best friend, my confidante. We were supposed to marry, or so I thought. We spoke about our future together, made plans, shared hopes and fears. Tokyo was meant to be our adventure, our time to strengthen our bond. But things changed. Over the past few months, a distance had grown between us, a rift I didn’t fully understand at the time. I tried to fix things, to hold on to what we had, but the connection between us slowly faded. She became more distant, and then one day, she wasn’t just distant she was gone. Now, as I walked the streets of Tokyo, the city that had once been a dream for us both, I realized how much she had changed. And how much I had, too. In the end, she wasn’t just far away geographically she was more than a stranger now. Her place in my life, once so certain, had become something unrecognizable. I found myself sitting at the counter in Robata Ishikura, looking at the beautifully arranged sashimi set before me. The slices of tuna and salmon, vivid and fresh, glistened on a wooden platter. I absentmindedly picked at the food, but it didn’t taste as sweet as I’d imagined. It wasn’t about the meal. It wasn’t even about the city. It was about everything that had led me here. The journey we were supposed to take together had turned into something I had to experience alone. I tried to push the thoughts away, to let the vibrant energy of Tokyo fill the empty space in my chest, but the truth was harder to avoid. As I walked around the neon-lit streets later, I couldn’t help but notice the couples around me, laughing and holding hands. It reminded me of what I had lost. I had come to Tokyo to find something new adventure, excitement, and meaning. But I also found the need to accept the reality that things had changed. The person I had once planned a future with had moved on with someone else, and I was left to navigate this new chapter of my life, trying to rebuild my own sense of purpose. By the time I returned to my hotel, the city felt different not in a bad way, but in a way that made me realize that sometimes life’s path isn’t what you expect. And that’s okay. Tokyo was still beautiful. The bright lights, the busy streets, the food, the culture they all still captured my attention. But now, each step I took, I did it for myself, slowly finding my way in a city that, just like my life, was full of contradictions. Tomorrow, I would keep exploring, not for the dreams we had, but for the future I could still...

My sister, partner and I visited this place to have lunch. As soon as we stepped, the middle aged lady run towards us mumbling something in Japanese just to push me towards the ticket machine. This should’ve been already an indication of what was about to come :D no one helped us through with the machine since everything was in Japanese. Someone from the kitchen was kind enough to tell us how it worked after us struggling for a while.

After we gave the tickets to a staff member we got escorted to our table and the same middle aged lady to pushed my sister aside and slammed the water on the table. Shortly after, she brought our food and slid it one the table so that almost the glass of water fell down.

My sister didn’t knew how to eat with sticks but she was too afraid to ask for a fork, because the experience in this restaurant has been horrible. We didn’t feel welcome at all and we should’ve left after the first sign.

Don’t worry, it’s not over yet haha. she didn’t even ask my sister if she was done with her food ( 2 of her dishes still half full) and just took the tray with the whole food with her haha we didn’t care at this point anymore since we were happy to leave :D

This is our first time in Japan and this has been the first ever horrible encounter in a restaurant our whole life. Disappointing customer service! Let alone to treat any person that comes to your...

We visited this restaurant because we had spent a very long day in Akihabara and this restaurant was located right next to Mandarake. We thought it was a very good restaurant because the facade looked very Japanese. We enter and the floor was sticky and it smelled like urine. In all the restaurant !They offered us a table right next to the toilets so I couldn't stay. It smelled like piss, we moved from one table and twice a couple of tourists entered the restaurant and left straight away. the servers don't seem very welcoming and don't seem happy to be there. However, we ate reasonable meals but nothing exceptional. I think we should better review the cleanliness and staff in...