"If you could pick five great places to smoke a cigar, where would you choose?"
A question not from out of the blue, but rather from the mouth of a cigar lover. Who tossed me this query during a lull in our evening conversation.
We were leaning over our beers at a bar in Shinjuku, him puffing on what looked like a torpedo. I blinked through the smoke and asked a question in return.