The wife and I visited Jisaku last night, sucked in by its tractor beam after leaving the shop across the road. Don’t let its busy appearance fool you into thinking it’s a find—it’s not. Attempting to wipe away the greasy watermark from the bottom of my sake glass with a serviette, I became slightly nervous about what I was about to experience. And it went something like this: crumbed Camembert with, wait, cold potato wedges that had clearly been sitting there for a while; fried squid: horribly greasy and not exactly piping hot with coating falling off, as if it had been deep fried on too low a heat, served with a mix of hot fries and some of those cold wedges; butter mushrooms which would’ve been pretty good had we not already been too ‘greased out’ by the previous plates. And, to finish, the grilled cod, or was it mackerel? Each menu said otherwise, either way, it was lacklustre. We downed our remaining sake and bolted after half an hour. By far the most disappointing meal we’ve had in three lengthy trips to japan.