Another “Jidai Okure” has opened.

It’s a five-minute walk north from Fuse Station.Beyond the nighttime hustle and bustle, a large, striking noren curtain flutters in the breeze.That’s “Sake, Oden, and Occasionally Teppan: Yatai Izakaya Jidai Okure.”It’s the second location of “Horse and Sake ~ Fuse’s Social Hub ~ Jidai Okure.”

Inside, vintage posters and red paper lanterns fill the space.True to its name, “Jidai Okure” prioritizes what remains unchanged over fleeting trends. Here, you’ll find a nostalgic and cozy atmosphere.

Salted Oden That Warms the Heart

This salt-based oden was originally a hidden favorite at “Horse and Sake ~ Fuse’s Social Hub ~ Jidai Okure.”Now, at “Sake, Oden, and Occasionally Teppan: Street Stall Izakaya Jidai Okure,” it takes center stage.

The broth is glossy and clear, with a rich umami flavor lurking beneath the surface.Daikon radish, chikuwa fish cake, konjac, and beef tendon—each is cooked to just the right tenderness.

A hint of black pepper adds a sharp kick that ties everything together, while the yuzu kosho served in place of mustard adds a light, fragrant touch.As you nibble on the oden, you’ll find yourself reaching for one more drink, and then another.

The adventure begins with “Occasional Teppan”

Amid the rising steam, I hear a sizzling sound…right in the middle of the counter. Next to the oden pot sits a teppan grill.

“Sometimes, Teppan”—the name is subtly woven into the shop’s title.That’s right, this is a shio-oden restaurant, but it’s not just that.You’ll find that “street-food privilege”—having your food grilled right in front of you—right here.

Take, for example, the teppan dote-yaki:

The tender, jiggly beef tendon is coated in a sweet and savory miso sauce.When you take a bite of it piping hot, the miso and fat slowly melt in your mouth, making you reach for another drink before you know it.

And a secret favorite is the grilled cheese curry.

Just hearing the name, it sounds a bit like junk food. But it’s surprisingly addictive. Underneath the charred cheese lies a rich, spicy curry.Thanks to the residual heat of the griddle, you can enjoy it piping hot right to the last bite.

I don’t think of it as a “restaurant”—it’s more of a “place.”

Calling this place a “restaurant” just doesn’t quite feel right. Someone might wander in alone, only to find themselves laughing and clinking glasses with the person next to them before they know it. Even the line between “customers” and “staff” becomes a little blurred here.

Right before your eyes, steam rises gently from the oden pot.Next to it, the griddle sizzles away.Laughter, steam, and the aroma from the griddle blend together to create an indescribable sense of comfort.

Nothing special is happening at all. Yet, for some reason, my heart relaxes.I think this place isn’t just “a place to drink”—it’s a “space” where people naturally gather and let their guard down.