The pink electric sign said "Open," but when we craned our necks and cupped our hands to peer through the window, we couldn't make out anything. Persevering through a long entrance corridor with random potted plants, we passed a stairway barricaded with chairs, then found ourselves in a darkened restaurant, the only light provided by a neon bulb that ran along an empty bar and the eerie glow from an unattended sushi case. But once we'd propelled around the corner of the bar, we came upon a line of towering plywood booths stained deep mahogany—each one filled with a party of fellow explorers happily dining... More >>>