Turns out that there were plenty of places still open, so we didn't have to resort to combini (that's what the Japanese call their convenience stores) onigiri or oden. After weaving past some sketchy pachinko parlours, "Chinese" fast food chains and closed ramen shops (they didn't look good anyway), and not being run over by a teenage bicycle gang, we found Hakata Kurogane, the entrance of which was swathed in banners showing crisp, golden yakitori. Sure, these few streets immediately surrounding the station were a little dodgy, but hey, if anyone knows about late night eating, it's gangsters.
Not to say that this place was full of gangsters though, nor were the streets full of them - they just weren't as squeaky clean as most of the other Japanese streets people (perhaps tourists) are used to walking down. This place was still spacious, clean, if not a bit run down, and the servers were courteous nonetheless. And damn, were their chicken wings good.
A beautifully golden, crisp skin rubbed with just enough salt and that wasn't the least bit greasy, hiding a juicy, meaty (but not too meaty) interior. I squirm at the word "succulent" but if someone called these succulent I wouldn't disagree. (And maybe by resisting my screaming, kicking or shivers, I can be rewarded 3 more wings?)
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|back: tsukune (minced chicken "sausage") and front: chicken skins|
|itsy-bitsy one-bite gyoza|
Hakata Kurogane (博多黒鉄)
G/F Hakata Station Chuo-gai 1-1
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