It's called Chinese Cafe Eight, and its specialty is Peking Duck - absolutely delicious. Here's our own personal duck (3800 yen, or about $35) being sliced by a chef, and arranged on a plate.
The accoutrements included moo-shu style pancakes, 2 kinds of hoisin sauce, a honey-like sauce, cucumber, fried wonton-ish crackers, and a scallion/leek-like veggie that did not taste onion-y. (We have no idea what it was.)
The menu included some exotic (to us) delights: fried silkworm's larvae, fried scorpion, spicy stewed duck's head, and salty duck cartilage tempura, but we did not partake. The decor was erotic-tavern, with some curious sculptures hanging on the walls and from the ceiling.
Like this:
Yes, that is a giant gold sculpture of a penis, which can be knocked into a massive bell with a vagina-like drawing on it. Not the usual restaurant interior!
We really liked the the fact that there were so few (other) expats there; the restaurant was hidden in plain sight in our expat neighborhood. The final curiosity was the appearance of two women dressed in matching outfits with lots of patent leather, who walked around to the tables with groups of men. They did not want to be photographed for some reason, but I took a few shots anyway.
Turns out they were cigarette girls - representing Marlboro's new "Black Menthol" cigs. Ick! Japan has one of the highest smoking rates in the developed world, especially among women.
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