Snake Sake

by Adam & Lara on 07/05/10

Osaka has a neighborhood called Dotonbory which is retardely awesome.

Fig 1: Awesomeness of retarded proportions.

One night we went into a bar there called Wack because, well, it was called Wack.

After an hour of poor attempts to yuk it up with the locals the bartender pulled out a giant jar from the back room containing a dead snake preserved in sake. This was either an attempt to communicate using the universal language of alcohol, or it was an attempt to kill us. Either way we were totally excited about it.

Um... close up, please.

Fuck.

It tasted and smelled disgusting and we were the only people in the bar who were willing to drink it. According to the bartender, another bartender at Wack took a shot of snake sake a few weeks ago and had to go to the hospital. We thanked him for that after-the-fact detail, and spent the rest of the night memorizing the "medical emergencies" section of our translation book. At least we knew that the jar had been stored with a piece of cloth covering the top and a rope loosely draped around it, thereby making it impermiable by bacteria.

Fig. 2: 3 Idiots.

We later found out that we had stubled into this bar on its last night of operation ever - it was closing for good the next day. We wondered why.

This could have very well been the last picture taken in Wack. That shit is wack.