How embarrassing to admit, but I went to Arabian Rock last night, and actually? Totally fun!
Of course, one needs a partner for this sort of adventure. Enter my friend Cassie, loudmouthed Canadian goddess and former child of Abu Dhabi (fun fact-she went to the same high school as my brother in AD, AND the same university as me, yet we met in Tokyo. Go fig.) In addition to the UAE, Cassie has lived in Iran and Iraq. She is also awesome.
We started the evening at Yamato, a 180-yen izakaya near Shinjuku station’s west exit, and after catcalling a slutty girl in tiny pants who went to the toilets six times every hour- probably a side effect of those tight tiny pants- we stumbled out and made our way towards Kabukicho. We were torn between Bar Mysterious and Christon Cafe ( a church-themed bar- yes, really) when we saw Arabian Rock and opted for that.
After being forced to listen to the Aladdin soundtrack, a hot Japanese chick full bellydancing getup appeared and held out a golden lamp. When we rubbed it, fire spurted out of the spout, causing our drunk asses to shriek in a most excellently girlish fashion. We were then seated and asked- in Japanese- if we would like an English menu. How enlightened! We did need it, after all.
Amusingly, the drinks menu was untranslated, while the food menu hilariously offered us things like “Arabian Pork Fry.” They had a list of tajines, a traditional Moroccan dish turned awesomely Japanese. They even had a vegetarian option, so it was with great pride that I ordered the “Healthy Soy Meat and Potato” tajine. We also ordered two drinks at random.
When the drinks arrived, we had to ask if they contained any alcohol at all- Cassie kept asking, “alcohol? ALCOHOL?” and when I tried to make things clear to the waitress, she said, “Ah! Alcool!” which I totally forgot was the right word. Sorry, nice waitress…although it really isn’t that different- as they were weak and sweet, albeit delicious. Mine came festooned with chunks of fresh mango, and Cassie’s cocktail came with a glowing, blinking ice cube that disco-fied our dark little cubicle. I won’t admit that Cassie stole it.
The tajine arrived and was, surprisingly, COMPLETELY DELICIOUS. I snarfed it in a most unladylike manner.
Oh, I forgot the golden eggs! Yeah, the otoshi (or obligatory-snack-served-to-you-as-an-excuse-for-a-seating-charge) were delicious shoyu tamago, or hardboiled eggs with soy flavour, and they were GOLD. Cassie and I screamed like white drunk women and then we ate them. Good times.
As cheesy Tokyo bars go, it’s not badly priced- for two people including seating charge, four drinks, and one meal-sized food item, it came to less than 5000 yen. All in all, pretty good for Shinjuku, and conveniently located near Don Quijote so that we could even be harassed on our way back to the station! I think I’ll go back.