“I’ll have a draft,” Yasuo Fujinuma said, heaving himself down at the sushi counter. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from a frayed pocket of his sweater. From the corner of the restaurant, a small TV hums the noon weather forecast. He never drinks at noon.
“I’ve just come from the hospital,” he said, tapping the filter end of his cigarette on the bar. “My sister died.”
The chef puts his knife down. Another customer peers over the top of his sports pages. After a pause, the chef returns to his cutting board.
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“You took good care of her,” he said, placing a sheaf of haran leaf on the chipped black counter, before lining the leaf with a dozen nigiri sushi and handing Fujinuma a mug of beer.
Conversations roll on like this at the Eiraku sushi bar. They start mid-sentence with no hellos or how-are-yous and veer into private thoughts without much fanfare, punctuated by news of ordinary tragedies.
The chef and Fujinuma talked about how his sister was last in the sushi bar a few years ago, stopping by after an evening dip in the public bath across the street. She had her usual sushi and a beer, then walked home with her cane past an abandoned karaoke bar, past the empty tempura restaurant, turning the corner where two more bars used to stand.
Eiraku is the last surviving sushi bar in a cluttered neighborhood of steep cobblestoned hills and cherry trees unseen on most tourist maps of Tokyo. Caught between the rarefied world of US$300 omakase dinners and the brutal efficiency of chain restaurant fish, mom-and-pop shops like it are fast disappearing.
Fujinuma, 76, pops sushi into his mouth and thinks out loud about the arrangements still to be made for his sister. A hospital consent form he just signed is handed around and examined at the bar.
“It’s just me now,” he said, his mouth still half-full with vinegary rice and fresh fish, then nodded at the man and woman behind the counter. “You’re lucky you have each other.”
Chef Masatoshi Fukutsuna and his wife, Mitsue, smile without a word. In the 35 years since they opened up shop, the couple has seen many of their friends move away for a job or family, only to return decades later, often without the job or the family, their absence unspoken.
Absence is a part of life on what remains of the Medaka shopping street, a road so narrow that cars have to drive up onto the sidewalk to let another vehicle pass.
No one can say exactly when the first shop on the street closed. People squint a little and say it was probably the electronics store a decade ago, or maybe it was the rival fishmongers across the street from each other.
Next to close was probably the butcher shop, they say, then maybe the Chinese restaurant after that.
In the past decade, three family-owned sushi restaurants in the area have shuttered. In the empty spaces left behind, fluorescent 7-Elevens have moved in, with microwave lunchboxes and US$5 trays of sushi and men in tired suits smoking alone outside.
Once the sky turns pink and the sun sets, the street descends into shadow, save for the faintest glow from halogen lamp posts.
It is a neighborhood in twilight. More like it are scattered across the city, their corner cafes and stores far from the neon blare of the famous shopping districts.
The number of independent, family-owned sushi bars in Tokyo has in the past decade halved to 750, driven out of business by fast food joints and a younger generation that does not want to inherit them, a trade association said.
“People would rather pay ¥100 [US$0.90] for a plate of sushi at a really cheap place or they’d shell out tens of thousands of yen to go to a famous sushi restaurant in Ginza that they heard about on TV,” Fukutsuna said, absentmindedly changing the channel of the TV. “But places like ours, shops that are right in the middle, we just can’t seem to survive.”
A game show started playing and canned laughter soon filled the room.
To compete with cheaper corporate-backed restaurants, Eiraku has kept its lunch and dinner prices unchanged for the past 10 years. Their sushi lunch sets start at US$8, while dinner and drinks usually cost about US$50 per couple.
To keep expenses down, Fukutsuna drives his Honda motorcycle to the new wholesale Toyosu Market every morning to haggle over small amounts of fish. He buys only what he might sell in a day, but takes pride in picking the best seafood himself.
His eldest son, who works as a manager of a three-story sushi chain with hundreds of tables on the other side of the city, never goes to the market himself and orders his supplies in bulk.
“They charge you 30 percent more if you order by fax, online or by phone,” Fukutsuna said.
Despite their best efforts, the office workers and factory men who once stopped by during the day are long gone, their offices and workshops outsourced to far-flung neighborhoods or foreign countries.
One of the couple’s former customers, an executive at a medical equipment firm, still sends one of his junior employees across town every year to deliver a new company calendar. It stands on the restaurant’s limited wall space like a bittersweet reminder, hung across the room from an aerial photograph of the old Tsukiji Market.
The bar can only seat 10 people at a time. Most patrons prefer to sit on one of the four stools at the counter, where they can point directly at the fish on display and watch the chef prepare their dish. Older customers find it harder to sit at the two low tables set out on tatami mats near the front of the restaurant.
When the couple’s children come home for the holiday season, their grandchildren throw off their shoes and play on the cushions.
At 5pm, moments after flicking on the restaurant sign to open for dinner, Mitsue walked over to the whiteboard and takes sardines off of the daily menu. Too expensive.
It could be global warming, or it is just an off week or year, a bad harvest, the couple said.
Fishmongers give them a different answer each time. Whatever the reason, they cannot serve the fish tonight.
Behind the counter, the two work in comfortable silence, often with their backs to each other. The 63-year-old chef, despite his wispy white hair, still has the look of a bemused boy, while Mitsue, 61, has an unlined face that sometimes betrays an expression of concern. They met when she was still in high school.
Like many long-together couples, they bookend each other’s sentences, and Mitsue often repeats orders for her husband and nudges him to finish a train of thought.
“The only reason why we can stay in business... Wait, what was I going to say?” he said, turning to his wife, who is never more than a few meters away from him in their tiny kitchen.
She stirs a pot of miso soup on their two-burner gas stove.
“We can stay in business because our children are grown, because we own the place ourselves and we make just enough for the two of us to live on,” she said.
They cannot say when they will retire, but they were both adamant that their eldest son should not take over the business.
“I want him to make his own way and do well for his family,” the chef said.
In the meantime, they make sure never to go away for longer than a few days. Even when they traveled to Guam with their children and grandchildren two years ago, they were gone just four days.
“I don’t want them to think that we’ve gone out of business,” Mitsue said.
Shop closings are quiet, middle-of-the-night affairs. Neighbors only find out when they see an ominous sheet of paper tacked onto bolted doors. The notes, usually hastily written, are letters of gratitude to their customers of 10, 20 or 30 years. Soon, vines will tangle over the empty doorway and its passing will barely be remembered by those still there.
Night fell as neighbors trudge down the street in heavy coats.
A young couple walked into the restaurant and sat down at the counter. They took off their jackets and ordered a plate of sushi to share.
“It’s like being with mom and dad,” the woman said as she sipped a glass of beer with her husband. “It’s so comforting.”
Soon, the bar was empty again. An hour or more passes, then the telephone rings. Sushi delivery for two in the neighborhood. The chef got to work, packing lacquered containers with nigiri, then grabbing his red helmet.
Years ago when they had more business, Fukutsuna would ask his twin brother to make deliveries at night. Only the best customers could tell the identical siblings apart.
His twin eventually opened a restaurant of his own, but it failed and these days he is back in the neighborhood. Now, deliveries are so rare the chef handles them alone.
A wood-framed clock stuck 8pm and Ryuichi Sakano walked over to the bar. He poured a glass of Chivas Regal from the bottle he keeps behind the counter.
Sakano, 63, has been eating here, off and on, for decades. He has traveled all across Tokyo working as a crane operator on big construction sites, but he has never found another place like this.
“Their son says his father’s sushi is the best,” he said, picking at a piece of shellfish.
“I’ve known Ma-kun for 50 years and he knows I’m a picky eater,” he said, referring to the chef by his schoolyard nickname. “It’s hard because lots of people around here are living on a pension and they can’t afford to eat well.”
“That’s going to be us soon,” the chef said, laughing.
The men discussed the meager monthly pensions they would need to live on and wondered aloud how much longer they can keep working.
Sakano has to wear a safety belt every morning to climb to the top of his tall crane and said his body just cannot keep up with the work.
“You hear about that restaurant on the main road?” Sakano asked suddenly. “The bank took the business, you know, to cover the loans.”
Mitsue looked over.
“I wonder what they’ll put there,” she said.
“I think it might be a gyoza place, some chain restaurant,” Sakano said. “Or maybe it’ll be another high-rise.”
A moment later, Mitsue remembered to share news of their other customer’s death.
“He took good care of her,” Sakano said. “It couldn’t have been easy, all those years.”
Another silence.
“It’s my daughter’s birthday today,” he said.
Mitsue nodded. Everyone knows he has not seen her in years. The subject is left hanging and they turn back to the TV.
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