Madam had wandered in earlier with photographic intentions, before we headed to Godaido while Hughesy was putting his feet up and was struck by the long straight path that leads to the main hall, but it was what she sighted on a side path to the right of the main one that had her hauling Hughesy in for a gander on the way back to the station from Godaido.
As it turned out we didn't stop off for a grilled oyster and a glass of white on the way back to the station, though there would have been plenty of time. madam wasn't keen, and I didn't insist, knowing we were meeting up with some of her old friends for dinner.
Arriving back in downtown Sendai we finished the check-in procedure, and hit the free Wi Fi until six, when we wandered back downstairs to rendezvous with a couple who we, I was told, wine lovers, although she was forced to refrain, having drawn (or possibly, in the light of subsequent events, chosen) the designated driver short strw.
A brief chat in the hotel lobby had us heading back through the main Sendai Station complex in search of a funky little yaki tori place that boasted a rather decent wine list. That, by the way, is an unusual combination. Yakitori usually gets washed down with beer or sake.
We started with beer before moving onto the red, and at that point I'm inclined to draw a discreet veil over proceedings, noting that the food was plentiful and quite excellent, and the vinous proceedings started with a very acceptable Barbera and concluded with an equally enjoyable Nebbiolo, though my liver would have preferred to have done without the Koonunga Hill Shiraz Cabernet my learned colleague insisted on inserting between the two.