I imagine centuries ago, just a counter, a few vats of rice wine, where Edo patrons stood, sipping the rice wine and maybe a pickled snack to chase the heat. That's where it began—a place to stay and drink, an izakaya in its reduced form. As time passed, these sake stands began to offer more: a bit of grilled fish, some simmered vegetables, anything to keep the customers lingering, talking, drinking. After World War II, when the city was rebuilding, these casual bars became the heart of social life, a place where everyone could afford a drink and a bite.