Nightlife in Hakata

So we took our son to a bar our first night in Fukuoka. We were going to pass by, but the nice waitress stopped us and insisted we come inside. She broke out her best English: Chicken! Beef! Pork! Fish! and pointed at the menu in appropriate places. And we thought: okay! It was long past time that Locutus had a pub crawl.

The pub served Japanese style kebabs and other tapas foods. We settled into our table and Jenn ordered us some dinner while I wrangled Locutus. We haven't taken Locutus out to many restaurants back home, and none since he was able to walk, so dining out has been a bit of an adventure. We quickly established a perimeter at the table of things Locutus could touch and things we didn't want to pay for if broken.

We were a bit concerned that Locutus was going to be a bit to raucous for the pub, but we were quickly disabused of the notion. Not that Locutus wasn't a pest. But rather, he was a rakish, adorable pest that some might call charming, and whose good looks and impish smile quickly charmed every lady in the restaurant. It was quickly apparent that everyone loved our son. So we passed him around the bar.

Hah! That's how you give multiple grandma's a heart attack! Just kidding, grandmas!

But seriously, we passed him around the bar. To one side, a mother and her daughter had just come from shopping. Locutus found the young girl rather pretty and so kept trying to steal her shopping bag while she was distracted. To our other side was a couple of ladies a bit older than us, who were actually practicing English lessons. One table beyond them was a mother and her son, who was a bit older than me. Everyone wanted to hold him. Locutus was happy to be held by everyone that was not a man.

Meanwhile, Jenn and I spent the evening chatting up our various neighbours in a mixture of broken English and broken Japanese. The food was pretty okay and the sake was not terrible, but the company was fabulous and we made several friends, if only for the evening.