Whilst my taste in men may be questionable, my taste in men with impeccable taste in restaurants remains spot on. Mr Grumpy took me out for dinner to Shiki on Saturday night - a long, languid dinner of seven courses of the best Japanese cuisine in the country and quite a few pots of sake.
It was indescribably good so I won't bore you by trying to describe it.
(We never went anywhere as fine as Shiki when we were dating.)
It made turning umpty-umpty fun.
And sake does not give you a hangover.
Great times, people.
Monday, June 1, 2009
BIG weekend
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4 Possums say:
I saw a Japanese cookery programme once where they effectively took all the flesh off a live fish so that only the head, backbone and tail were left, and then presented it on a plate...still alive. It was the most disgusting and horrible thing I've ever seen, bar none. I'll stick to my toasted teacakes in the local cafe, I think.
Hiroshima!
Nagasaki!
bloody japs are nuts
but I love sushi and coffee jelly and once when the wasabi exploded in my nose it was just like tripping
With you, Fleetwood. I saw the Chinese show on the largest Chinese restaurant in the country where they throw the still-alive fish in boiling oil with its head over the edge so it's not spoiled.
It was enough to turn a person to eating chip butties.
Duly noted.
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