Emperor's Golden Garden Tavern

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The Emperor's Golden Garden Tavern


Walls made of bamboo, a floor of tatami, a soft ambient lightning coming from hung lanterns. A very traditional decoration indeed, reminding strongly of Old Earth' japanese feodal era, a time that has passed away long, very long ago.
There's no chairs around. In Kusari tradition, you seat on a cushion directly on the floor. That was why their tables were so low.
And the reason why everything looked as if it was designed for a midget people.


A table for 4.

It was a charming, exotic place where many travellers stopped to take some rest after traveling through the sigmas or the taus (much less from the taus these days for obvious reasons). You could see some Samura escort pilots near the bar, the Kishiro ones, some distance away, enjoying their tea, there were some GMG ace pilots and of course, the imperial navy pilots taking some time off, along with their state police comrades, relaxing but still watchful.
You could see some Libertonians around, mostly adventurers, young freelancers in the quest of new world. Some Rheinlanders, there for business and for their nation of course. Needless to say, no Bretonian at all.

The tavern was built on a symetric pattern, and although no one ever mentionned it, the unspoken rule was Kusari people on the east wing, Outsiders, west wing. The center of the tavern where was located the bar was the only place where both people could mix up and socialise - but Kusari people would usually stay among their own kinsmen.

Restauration service mostly consisted of fresh fish products shipped daily from all around Kusari along with a variety of agricultural products from the farmers of Honshu. A variety of Outsider' food was available as well, but one could easily notice the lack of Synth Paste products. Everything in this establishment had to be "healthy and clean" to maintain a good reputation, after all.
It also made the AFA happier.


It is a good idea to bring your own fork and knife if you don't know how to use chopstick.

As of alcohol, sake was obviously the main choice around - and offered in all variety, cold, warm, fermented how long, etc. Outsiders usually have a misery tolerating such a strange liquor.
And of course, tea. Not Bretonian tea of course - you wouldn't be able to find any in all the empire in any event, ever since the war is going on. Tea, in all its variety of colours, one sweeter than another. Or bitter than another, depending of your tastes.

The tavern never closes, as servants are being changed shifts after shifts. Automated androids take care of the job in the earlier hours of the morning when fewer patrons are still awaken, but basically, no matter when your stomach growls for some Kobe beef or your group feels like some bottles of sake, you will always be a welcomed guest in the Golden Garden.

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