There was a lot of hoopla in the media and in publications (books, magazines) about the newly renovated Tokyo Station Hotel, once a star on the scene and now making its reappearance with as much glory as it can possibly muster. Now, anyone who is able to navigate the insanity of the station itself deserves a medal, or is perhaps insane, so that the best thing to do is avoid the station proper (despite having ramen street, character street, and the shinkansen to send you up and down the country) and just stick with the hotel portion if at all humanly possible.
I had done some research in advance, and since I was in the vicinity, as well as its being the end of the day (the beginning of the night), thought I would pop into the bar for a drink. Alas, it was smokier than Marlboro Country itself and there was a wait, so I passed on it, but not before finding there was another bar just down across the way, which was just as atmospheric, had the same specialty cocktail (The Tokyo Station Hotel Cocktail), and best of all was that nobody was smoking.
A drink was exactly what the doctor ordered.
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| hidden in the dark, there was i with my cocktail. |
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