Why you stayYou’re one drink in, a Kobashi cocktail bringing scents of lychee, sencha green tea and rose to Haku vodka. To your right, a high table fills with local creatives who’ve just knocked off work early, adding buzz and anticipation to the room. To your left, a couple perches on cushions set against blonde-wood banquettes in the glow of Studio Ghibli’s Porco Rosso (pigs can fly) projected, plus-sized, on the wall. Your eyes stalk the stacked shelves of Japanese whisky on the back wall, your mind deciding whether to prop for the 18-year old Yamazaki single malt, or keep things on the straight and narrow with an ice-cold Orion fresh from the tap. As you contemplate, the food lands. A skewer of crisped chicken skin crackles to the bite, all fat and salt and crunch. The edamame soybeans pop with heat and spice. And the cured egg yolk hidden in the sweet, soy-based sauce with the tsukune – chicken minced and folded around sticks, then grilled – brings extra depth. Food? Drink? Fine times? Tokyo Bird hits on all fronts, and you haven’t even considered the highballs yet.