I found a placeL The Mystery Okonomiyaki Upstairs
10:25 PMI was properly lost in Osaka and negotiating dinner with my stomach like, “pick anything before we eat the map.”
Spotted a sign, second floor, vibes: mysterious.
Sold.
Up the stairs, bell rings, and a woman greets me with the kindest smile known to humanity. Zero English, my Japanese = ひらがな+ vibes only.
We did the international language of pointing, nodding, and giggling.
Griddle sizzle. Batter waterfall. Cabbage confetti.
She shaped my okonomiyaki like it was a love letter.
I have no photo (I know, report me), just a memory burned into my brain and my coat smelling faintly of heaven.
Service? Immaculate.
The kind that makes you want to learn 50 new verbs just to say thank you properly.
I kept the receipt like a treasure map.
It says DON an okonomiyaki/teppan izakaya, somewhere in Osaka (06 area code). Three okonomiyaki, two drinks, ¥3,140, and a memory that still smells like hot griddle and happiness.
No idea what the address is, but I’ll follow those kanji breadcrumbs back one day.
If you recognize 06-6643-6578, message me the exact address so I can run back up those mysterious stairs.
ありがとう, mystery upstairs restaurant. you fed me, fixed my mood, and made me fall harder for Osaka
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