Yuki Sato– Author –

So you’ve landed in Osaka. You’ve found an apartment, you've figured out the labyrinthine subway system at Umeda Station without having a full-blown panic attack, and you’re starting to get into the rhythm of daily life. Your next missio...

Welcome to Osaka. You've probably noticed the cityscape is a blur of motion. Trains glide overhead, crowds surge across intersections, and weaving through it all is a constant, shimmering river of bicycles. From a distance, it looks like...

So, you’ve heard the stories. You’ve read the blog posts, maybe even seen a travel show where a beaming host gets a few hundred yen knocked off a souvenir. The legend of Osaka, the merchant city where prices are merely a suggestion, prec...

You hear about Japan, and you picture a quiet, serene getaway. You imagine yourself soaking in a natural hot spring, an onsen, nestled deep in the mountains. Snow falls gently outside a cypress wood bath, you’re gazing at a perfectly man...

Ask anyone, a tourist or a long-term resident, to describe Osaka in a few words. You’ll get a familiar collage of sensory explosions. Dotonbori’s neon chaos, a river of light and relentless energy. The savory smoke of takoyaki stands, a ...

Someone always asks the question. It usually comes up after they’ve lived in Osaka for a few months, once the initial shine of Dotonbori’s neon glare has settled into a familiar, friendly glow. They’ll be sipping a highball in some back-...

Walk out of Shinsaibashi Station and the first thing that hits you isn’t a landmark or a particular sight. It’s a sound. A wall of sound. It’s the clatter of a thousand different footsteps on pavement, the pulsing beat of J-pop leaking f...

You’re standing in a supermarket aisle, maybe in Tennoji or somewhere deep in Namba, just trying to decide between two brands of soy sauce. You’re minding your own business. Suddenly, a tiny woman with a perm the color of lavender appear...

So you've moved to Osaka. You found the perfect apartment, you've mastered the train lines from Umeda to Namba, and you can finally order takoyaki without pointing. You’re settling in. Then, one day, you find a crisp, formal-looking enve...

You’re on the Midosuji Line, packed shoulder-to-shoulder during the evening rush. The train lurches, a collective sigh ripples through the car, and the energy is a mix of exhaustion and the quiet determination to just get home. Suddenly,...

You’ve just moved to Osaka. You’re at a local supermarket in Tenma, trying to decide which brand of soy sauce to buy. An elderly woman running the register, who you've never spoken to before, catches your eye. She points to the expensive...

You see them the moment you step into the neon-soaked chaos of Dotonbori. The octopus-adorned signs, the sizzling griddles, the rhythmic clack of metal picks expertly flipping spheres of batter. Takoyaki. Okonomiyaki. To the traveler, th...