How do I love Okonomi House

You're tucked away on Charles St. I always have a hell of a time finding you.

Your interior screams 'Japan circa 1979', but is always clean.
Your menu is fairly limited.
No sushi, no Tempura, no Udon, no bullshit.
I can see everything the chef is doing.
I get a Japanese pancake and a hot tea for under 8 dollars, and nostalgia that's worth a lot more.
We speak the same language in this mom and pop shop, and so I don't have to get anything mysterious on top of my dinner unless I specifically ask for it (and sometimes I do).
You're my favourite hole-in-the-wall international greasy spoon.
After a long bike-ride back from the island, I earned you. Hail to the barbecue and mayonnaise covered round that is Okonomiyaki.