a late evening, darkened streets, closing restaurants.
from our hostel (J-Hoppers Osaka) window, we watched the sushi restaurant where we had our dinner switch off its signboard and lights.
our first night in Osaka, and we have already met the friendliest sushi chef, who presented us a plate of torched salmon sushi with "service". "no pay money," he said. then he grinned to himself as he watched us enjoy our meal.