A tiny third floor bar that show no signs of being a bar from the outside, Kazu’s has become a legend by trying not to try. It’s a bit like Cartmanland. The best thing about Kazu’s is you can’t find it.
Passed on from generation to generation of foreigners living in Kyoto, once you’ve squeezed up a narrow, residential-looking staircase and opened a completely bare, apartment-style door you’ll find inside a corridor-like room lined with candles. The walls are unpainted. The lighting is so dark that it’ll take minutes for your eyes to adjust. The bar is not so much “simple” as “absent”, and instead there are just a series of bottles on a counter. Imagine an illegal, unlicensed bar in rural Cyprus and you’ll get the idea.
The music is quiet and trance-like, the light so low you have to wonder who the barman is trying to hide from and when the resistance meeting is going to begin. The vibe is private and a little sexy. So we guess that makes it the venue for a sexy resistance meeting. More than one patron has gone overboard on the absinthe and ended up without their clothes on in this bar and when the Of Rice and Zen team left yesterday a couple didn’t even make it past the staircase before their amorous urges overcame them. Cheaper than a love hotel we suppose. We feel a little guilty for disturbing them.
We do, however, recommend that you make sure you’re the first there on the weekend or you may face disappointment. There’s only room for one group at a time.
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