São Paulo has some little places hidden behing doors that look like they lead to nowhere. This was a tiny space that served japanese skewers (robatas) on the counter. Some time later they opened another room nextdoor (which I'm sure used to be a garage in the past) with comfortable chairs, ottomans and little tables made of slices of trees. The waiter had to come from the kitchen walking on the street. And it was from the steet that we could spy the "robataman". Santa Monica used to be a great place. Now, after being re-styled, it changed names (to Naga), added some sushi rolls to the menu and looks more like a restaurant, but still a cozy one.
The waiter is still the same, always with very cold sake at reach and a smile on his face. For me, the best feature that Naga has is Remulo, my waiter.
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