Tuesday, November 10

Shomben Yokocho (Piss Alley), Tokyo

Remember how I said I wanted to visit Shomben Yokocho (Piss Alley) on my previous trip to Tokyo? Well, we made it there for dinner on our first day and it was quite an unforgettable experience.

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Cds, handwritten menu specials, Japanese wine bottles make up the laid-back ex-musician quality of the yakitori joint. I don't know which yakitori joint I ate in but the owner has slicked-back curly hair and the demeanour of a laid-back rocker. I'm guessing the woman in picture above is his wife?

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Things started of innocently enough.

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A little dish of wakame and squid for starters.

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A couple of pork belly and spring onion skewers.

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Then we had chicken meatball skewers that I eyed from my neighbour's array.

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Dipped with a raw egg yolk, god, it was so good. I take back everything bad I ever said about chicken. Erm, almost everything - my hell-no-chicken-breast abhorrance still stands.

Though delicious, I didn't want more of what I could order back at home. With exaggerated lip exercise, we asked for their "ssspe-cials" as pursing and stretching our lips would help make us understood. When that failed, we pointed to some random hand-written menu item on the wall that was priced decent enough to take a chance.

"Ri-ver (liver)," said the owner.

Yikes, I wasn't sure if liver was up my (piss) alley but I couldn't shy back and lose his trust now, could I?

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You can imagine how hard I was trying to mask the look of horror on my face when we were presented with a plate of raw pig's liver, with some minced garlic, and diced spring onions and shallots. RAW. PIG. LIVER. Should these words be used in the same sentence without a barf bucket within reach?

But to my incredible surprise, the taste of the liver was very mild since the garlic and shallot nullified any potentially-odd smell; the texture of the liver reminded me of the tofu - and not just any tofu but one that had been merticulously handcrafted.

With our confidence levels boosted, we pointed to another handwritten menu special and were rewared with a grilled tuna collar.

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Although I usually stay away from tuna, if prepared well, tuna reminds me of red meat and it's harder to suffer from food coma when one overloads on tuna. Bonus. Keeping that in mind, we poked out every bit of this hunky tuna collar till nothing but bones remained.

Monday, November 9

GELATERIA BAR naturalBeat, Tokyo

I was stuffed from lunch at Napule but the server at GELATERIA BAR naturalBeat had such an earnest, huge smile that I couldn't say 'Nite, onaka ga ippai desu.'

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So we wounded up with a triple scoop - wariya (green tea with grounded tea leaves), wassabon (tradtional japanese sugar) and sea salt caramel. Though the gelatos were a little icy, the flavour was bang-on.

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You have to try the meringue-sweet wassabon with seriously salty sea salt caramel. Extra points for crunchy cone bowl.

GELATERIA BAR naturalBeat
At various outlets

Saturday, November 7

Napule, Tokyo

Yamamoto Takanori has been the winner of the World Pizza Cup for two consecutive years. Now this may not mean much to you and me but apparently the World Pizza Cup is THE World Pizza Championships that is held in Naples so having someone who ate more gohan than pizza growing up win is quite a big deal.

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Napule is a really popular place for lunch. So much so that they have a guy who directs traffic into the triple-storey restaurant at Aoyama. At 12:30pm, we were the fourth in line but ten minutes later, the queue more than doubled. Luckily, we waited in line for only half an hour before being escorted up to the third storey.

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Our delicious starters included stewed baby octopus with cherry tomatoes, and sauteed cod fish with black olives and cherry tomatoes.

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Gulp, I scalded my tongue on a cherry tomato but it was worth it.

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Despite not being very hungry, demolishing Napule's pizza was easy-peasy. The pizza rim could have been more visually-appealing aka puffier but it was a delicious pizza nonetheless.

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Napule's pizza was thin, floppy and chewy, providing a carb-comfort platform to the saltiness of the homemade sausage, sweetness of the red bell peppers and bitter-richness of the gorgonzola cheese.

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Love the greenhouse roof of the restaurant.

Napule
5-6-24 Minami Aoyama
Minato-ku
Tokyo 107-0062

Thursday, November 5

Ougisushi, Tokyo

Hello from Tokyo! We still have just over a couple of days left and it's been great so far.

On our first day, we wandered into a sushi place at Shinjuku. Well, basically we had reservations at the three Michelin Starred Sushi Mizutani so we thought it would be good to do a few sushi places to get some comparison.

Ougisushi was catageorized under "Unknown Random Sushi Joint". The restaurant was half-filled during lunch time but there was a rather large sushi counter that suggested good things to come.

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For starters, we had the kani miso. I've recently developed a liking for this muddy ugly crab appetizer. If you haven't had kani miso before, think of it as rilette but a much muddier-tasting bottom-from-the-sea version. This kani miso consisted of crab guts and meat, and was all yums with a dash of lemon.

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Sussing out the scene at Ougisushi, we ordered just a few sushi and since sushi was relatively cheap, we went for the prenium items such as otoro, komochi konbu (tangle with eggs), mentai kazunoko (hot herring roe), uni and hamachi.

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The sushi was surprisingly good. The fish was unquestionably fresh and the rice, though large-ish, was moist and compact, with each grain retaining its individuality.

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Best of all, the otoro made me dizzy with happines and at 300 yen a pop, we ordered another round of pleasure, plus hirame (flat fish), akagai (ark shell) and tamago (egg omelette).

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Good to know that this was ridiculously near our hotel so if I had a last minute otoro craving to fix, I know where to head to.

Ougi Sushi
At Shinjuku, near Isetan

Saturday, October 31

Tokyo Called

And I had to answer it.

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Be right back.

Wednesday, October 28

Carnivore, VivoCity

Now I don't get these cravings regularly, but when I do, they come hard and fast.

And I'm referring to, Man Food.

Unadorned, straightforward and meaty.

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At aptly-named Carnivore, the food was ok. I got my meat fix but I wouldn't recommend it wholeheartedly for Brazilian Churrascaria. Most of the meats were overdone and the salad bar was ok (not that I've seen better since I'm not a churrascaria regular). But at least I got muh meat.

Carnivore VivoCity
1 Harbour Front Walk
#01-161/162
Tel: 6376 9939

30 Victoria StreeT
#01-29A CHIJMES
Tel: 6334 9332

Sunday, October 25

Stroobant's Saint Pierre

We decided to re-acquaint with Fine Dining at Saint Pierre, a Relais & Chateaux restaurant. Having enjoyed our meal at French Kitchen, we were gamed to see what the restaurant that launched a thousand ships French Kitchen could do – or in my case, remove my ambivalence towards funky food.

The restaurant was less than half filled at half past seven but by the end of our meal, all the seats were filled and the restaurant enjoyed easy boisterousness. Service would have been almost impeccable, though understandably a tad rough from those who looked young enough to write the fashion blog for Teen Vogue.


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AMUSES BOUCHE #1
Cheese crisp, ceps ice cream and pumpkin mousse

Hey I'm a fan of weird pairings (Ruffles potato chips and vanilla ice cream anyone?) ... but flavour-wise, texture-wise and even temperature-wise, this thing didn't quite cut it for me.

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AMUSES BOUCHE #2

To the right, we have deep fried sardine sticks with a mini pot of aioli. I approve! Well, it was deep-fried after all and I love sardines... well, not to the point of Marlin Choir Singing dreams but you get me right?

I can’t say the same for the beetroot gazpacho. I don’t have a thing for beetroot. The dull potatoey, woodsy flavour of beetroot reminds me of tree trunks (though I’m grateful I have never been desperate enough to turn to trees for a snack). And this cold soup did nothing to ease this Chew-Bark-ca aversion of mine.

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HUITRES ET SAINT JACQUES
hokkaido scallop sashimi with fines de claire oyster tartare, crispy poilane bread, citrus skin confit and pickled baby mountain vegetables

I liked this dish for the very fact that the scallop was tremendously fresh with adequate texture. The sprinkling of pickled vegetables prickled but didn’t overshadow the subtle sweetness of the Hokkaido shellfish. Too bad the oyster, poilane and skin confit were forgettable - until I re-read the menu.

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CANNELONI DE LAPIN
braised rabbit cannelloni with celeriac mousse, brunoise of organic root vegetables and olive oil infused split jus

I’m embarrassed to say that I prefer rabbits served and on my plate. This braised rabbit cannelloni resembled an elongated white rabbit candy. How cheeky! Love the gaminess of lapin.

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GELEE CHAUDE DE FOIE GRAS
steamed foie gras chawanmushi with fricassee of wild seasonal mushrooms, fresh herb salad and truffle dressing


Instead of the terraine, I went for the foie gras chawanmushi. Well, this was not chawamushi by any stretch of imagination. But it was rather delicious. The heady aromas of foie gras, truffle and its funghi relatives mingled well with the warm egg terrine – like a dinner party with the right mix of company.

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SAINT PIERRE AU BEURRE SALE
seared john dory filet in salted butter with grenaille potato, black trumpet mushroom puree, baby leek and roasted chicken jus

The John Dory filet was the blah-est dish of the evening. It was the lead character – plain john – was a sad fish to begin with and that deflated the dish.

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BOEUF KUROGE WAGYU AUX ECHALOTTES
72-hour braised certified kuroge wagyu beef rib with caramelised shallots, egg yolk, broccoli puree and edamame-vieux comte crusted bone marrow

After the John Dory downer, I was really looking forward to the Wagyu dish but it was comme ci comme ca. Sure, it was tender and pink, but for something was “Wagyu” and braised for 72 hours, I was expecting beer-diet-daily-massage fireworks.

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Though I didn’t get that from the beef, those cheese-crusted bone marrow bits were addictive. They were like pork lard but ten times better due to the melted cheese confetti.

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The palate cleanser - lemon curd, orange granita, citrus foam and “one more thing” – was delicious. So much so that I wish I had one more of this instead of the first dessert.

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FRAMBOISES ET BETTERAVES
confit beetroot ravioli with roasted italian pistachio cremeux, freeze-dried raspberry and raspberry reduction

Even the Zen-ness of Yoda couldn’t convince me to like the "Chewbark-ca" beetroot ravioli. The roasted italian pistachio cremeux was lovely though the freeze-dried raspberry and raspberry weren't more exciting than a pack of dried fruits.

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BANANE ET PIGNONS DE PIN
caramelised fresh bananas with homemade pine nut cake, banana tuile, pine cream and milk chocolate paint

This was probably the most straight forward dish. There were no ‘huhs,’ ‘erms’ or ‘my head’s throbbing from too much thinking.’ I loved the bruleed top of the caramelised bananas, and the contrast of textures between the banana tuile dust and pine cream.


The milk chocolate paint brought out the competitive plate scrapper in me. Just as I was about victorious with my chocolate dessert, the maitre d swooped in with a chocolate cake dessert to me and said, I noticed you were scrapping the chocolate off the dessert and thought you must really love chocolate.

Er, not really. I’m just a regular glut with plate scrapping issues but thank you anyway!

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I could have died from embarrassment had it not been for the fact that my skin was thick enough for Grandma Stroobant’s flourless chocolate cake with manjari chocolate sorbet.

Eck I really hate to say it was just ok because it's never nice to diss someone's grandmother or family member. So I'm going to say it was just ok for me because I didn't grow up with memories of hanging out in Grandma Stroobant’s kitchen in Belgium. But the manjari chocolate sorbet was superbly smooth and rich.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention: throughout the entire meal, there was a bit of a bread pairing going on. First up, we had a parmesan-crusted sticks and courgette dip, and a tough little baguette with salt-sprinkled butter.

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After our starters, we had a sundried brioche with sundried mousse and a mini ciabatta roll with olive tapenede.

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I totally love the idea of bread pairing but it's odd how Saint Pierre's breads were all served lukewarm. It's almost hard to believe they missed out in such details... What a pity.

Saint Pierre
3 Magazine Road
#01-01 Central Mall
Tel: +65 6438 0887