My first time here was sometime in 1978. It was the middle of winter and I went into a small bar with a group of frineds. Eventually, I had to use the toilet. I asked where it was, and was directed "down the hall" into the main building. I was suddenly swept up into a group of drunk businessmen and ushered into the elevator and down to the street. I couldn't speak any Japaneese at the time and I had no idea of the name of the bar, nor even what floor it was on. I was drunk sitting in the snow with no coat for about two hours before my friends found me. They had thought I had left for home!
Yes, now that you do mentinon it, it does look sort of like the gates of hell, doesn't it?
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