Gochisousama! By Alice Rennie Motouji in front of the restaurant’s sign
It’s still a few minutes before opening, but already there’s a line outside the door. In order to take a photo of Motouji and his employees, I need to enter before they are busy, and I glance a little guiltily at those who are waiting as I walk inside the restaurant. The restaurant’s aesthetic is like that of a night in Japan—yellow lanterns hang from the ceiling above the dining area, and to the left, there are elevated areas of tatami, where one must take off their shoes to sit at the table. Just like every other time I’ve walked into
the restaurant, I can’t help but be reminded of Japan’s summer festivals. The first thing that greets me when I walk into the restaurant is the small shelf that also serves as a divider between the diners and the register. On the shelf are a number of kokeshi dolls—specifically, kokeshi dolls that can be placed into one another like Russian nesting dolls. Small as they are, their cute smiling faces mimic the one that is often found on both Motouji and his employees’ faces.