Deniz

My familiarity with Deniz thus far has been ab exercise in avoiding the little guys touting their at all hours of the night from the sidewalk.
Generally speaking, there is an inverse relationship between the amount of interest I have in dining at a specific restaurant versus the effort made to get me to walk through the door. And Deniz in one of several places in Roppongi I said I’d never enter because their touts out front are so obnoxious.
That I entered at all today was actually an accident because my Swiss buddy, who is neutral in everything he does, thought «we should give the Turks a bit of our business for once».
The carved chicken lunch set, with soup, salad, a little cup of rice, bread and a little dessert with syrup was actually not bad. And for ¥900, it was even better.
I did ask the Turkish waiter if they serve the Grand Slam «over easy». The little attempt at a pun was lost on the gentleman, because he’d never heard of Denny’s.
All in, the food wasn’t bad, but the restaurant is rather seedy. Ranks as a bit of a dive, as opposed to dope, particularly considering the evening atmosphere, the hooka thing that goes on, and the potential to slip your own THC down the water pipe.
If a good, but not great, economical lunch is on your agenda, then Deniz isn’t a bad option.

Kabab awesomeness on Halloween night is a definite good choice when you’re clubbing in Roppongi and starving at 3 in the morning. Their kebab stand has an interesting way of pulling customers in. A guy standing on the corner calling to everyone who passes him by «kebab? Kebab?» I remember my friend saying this guy is trying really hard to sell those kebabs. But the good thing is the kebabs sell themselves because you can smell the aroma of awesomeness all the way down the street. The kabab meat wasn’t dry like some places but tender and moist. Plus the spices were on point. Customer service is about what you’d expect from a kabab salesman whether in Japan, Turkey, or any country. Less talk, more order. We don’t believe in smiling :) funny guys. But it’s a better alternative then the place next door. My friend said that place gave him the runs. Imagine clubbing in Tokyo, dancing… «Oh my god, where’s the bathroom?!?» So don’t pick that other place, because at Deniz, no poops given ;) Great little pitstop in between clubbing. When you’re passing through A crowd of ghost, nurses and slutty Mario wearing no pants then this little kebab joint is a great place to sit back and watch the crazy walk by. love it. I’ll be hitting them for kababs tomorrow too.