Even the waitress appeared exasperated at our attempts to obtain seats.
The pan-fried gyozas possessed a juicy, meaty interior, though suffered in terms of aroma from a lack of chives/green onions. Its wrapper was also thicker and starchier than I recalled, and perhaps a little less crispy. This time around, excessive grease wasn't a prominent problem, but rather its overall gustatory profile. My own cravings had revoked the incentive to revisit my own commentary, much to my own disadvantage; as stated previously, Hakata is consistently the better pick.
Neither waitress travelled to our corner slot until all bowls and plates had been polished off, eliminating the opportunity to request for a new sauce dish (since who dips their used chopsticks into another diner's sauce dish TWICE without asking?!?!). "How is everything?" doesn't exactly apply either when there isn't a scrap of food visible on the table.
Some twenty minutes later, we found ourselves stomping up the stairs to the Angel Café for dessert. The "Matcha Monday" promotion offered clients 30% off all regular-priced matcha items, and was simply too good of an opportunity to resist.
Spirits drained, solemn farewells were uttered, and we parted ways for the evening.