A gyoza and beer bar. Simple food. Simple pleasures. So why didn’t we just call it “Gyoza and Beer”? We thought about it. We seriously did. Over gyoza and beer in Harajuku. And then another beer. Some more gyoza. And another round of beers. Then we saw this guy walk past us on Omotesandō near Harajuku station. How old was this guy? Sixty? Seventy? It must be something in the water here, we thought. Ding! That’s it: If Harajuku water could make a pensioner live this large, imagine what Harajuku gyoza and beer could do? Welcome to Harajuku Gyoza. We ask not what U do, as long as U do Harajuku.