Taro is a typical boy’s name in Japanese. Sometimes they add it to another boy name like Ken-taro or, my favorite, Momo-taro (peach boy). But, the “taro” I want to talk about today is at 10 Old Compton Street in Soho.

Out again with the Belarussian and Bro-inlaw (see pic of him left holding up his recently acquired Wacken Beach Towel). Also in tow were other out-of-town family members looking for cheap but not ratty eats in Central. I found myself drunk and hungry after only 2 pints. I admit right now to being a light weight. The Belarussian comes to the rescue again with Taro. Japanese food with loads of rice and noodles to soak up already consumed alcohol. Patient staff…that is, patient with me as I try to impress family members with my broken Japanese. They never let on that I am speaking rubbish like a 5 year old. And, there is Asahi Black for the goth Belarussian: “I like the taste…and it’s black!”

All and all, it’s a great, cheap place to eat in Central with or without your family (praise be to them for being more successful than you) whom you always accidentally stick with the bill as you step outside for a cheeky fag.

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