I love Tokyo. It is the most convenient city in the world. These days, you can get almost anything you want -- anywhere, anytime (except public transport after midnight). But first, you must find it in this chaotic city that sprawls through 23 wards -- each with its own urban hub and maze of back alleys.

Yet, sometimes, out of the confusion, order appears. Some call it serendipity, some call it coincidence, but -- me -- I call it spooky.

One night, I found myself adrift in Shibuya. Everywhere was packed like the Yamanote at peak hour, so I headed for Roppongi to a spacious late-night place I've been stalking. But first I popped into Mogambo's. From the street I could see three silhouettes at the bar. Of course, we four ended up chatting. By sunrise, I had promised my new friend Tom that I would check out Yen Bar -- his recommendation in Shibuya. He even quizzed me an hour after giving directions to make sure I would remember.