At the bottom of Asukayama park, along the railway lines near Oji station is a charming little row of little bars that in cherry blossom and hydrangea season double as places selling food to passers by. I've never been to any of the places there, without being seedy they are more like places where salary men stop off on their way between the station and home.
Yesterday, early morning the whole row was gutted by fire. The row itself was off limits, but from the station it was clear that it had all gone. One person who lived there was badly injured. I haven't heard about other casualties. Between the Kanto earthquake, World War II bombings, and just regular accidents, fire has been very unkind to the historical charm of Tokyo.