Home for the next couple of months. Today we decided to find our local pub, and I had this amazing slab of pork belly, topped with crackling, and surrounded by red wine gravy. Heavenly!
At The Mitre, Craven Terrace.
Even when we’re on the go, the food here in Japan has been good. From a quick fast food burger to bento boxes on the shinkansen, our bellies have stayed filled to the brim. And the train station food is nothing short of amazing. Whole fried shrimps with a dipping sauce and rice were had in Tokyo, and if I ever make it back to Nagano/Ueda I will definitely be stopping by the noodle shop on the platform. That scent has not left my memory banks since.
Okay, this wasn’t quite my last meal in Tokyo, but it was the last full day. We headed to Shibuya to do a bit of shopping and grab a bite to eat. We were looking over two noodle joints and decided to pick the one with the least people crowded around the machine to purchase the meal (but still packed with people). We were ushered to a table, and within a few minutes this steaming bowl of noodles was placed before me. Pork broth, pork, ramen, cabbage, seaweeds, scallions, and a couple of those oh-so-perfect Japanese eggs. I topped mine with a bit of pickled daikon and a few swirls of chili oil. Heaven in a bowl.
You know I couldn’t come to Japan and not visit the Alice in Wonderland themed restaurant. Last night we braved the rain and made our way to Ginza to experience Alice fantasy dining. Upon stepping off the elevator you are wrapped in pages of the book, and Alice or the Mad Hatter takes you to your seat where you are presented with a diorama box that pulls apart to reveal the menu. The cocktails are on the sweet side, but not as much as some Japanese drinks. The rose fizz I had was so tasty I had two, as was the kiwi concoction my husband had. For dinner, we went with the set course, which started with a phenomenal salad with the sweetest corn and best bite of lobster I’ve ever had. This was also served with a salmon cream topped with caviar, which may have been my favorite dish that evening. The rest of the meal was tasty, and items like the salmon in cream made up to look like the white rabbit were delightful, but this place is all about the ambience. Sitting in a teacup or amongst the queen’s hedges, ringing a tiny bell foe service, and having Alice pull out her cards to take your order. As surreal as the movie or books.
Continuing on the trend of international foods in Tokyo, we headed back to Cafe Blue last night to sample more than their wines (though we had plenty of those too). The Nagano prosciutto had been in my head since I saw it on the menu a few night ago, so we started with that and a Pinot Gris from the Nagano area. The prosciutto was a tad tougher in the meaty areas than its Italian cousin, but man was it ever full of flavor, and the fat just disintegrated immediately upon hitting your mouth. Next up was anchovy deep fried potatoes, which were actually fries with flakes of anchovy. This went amazingly well with the Yoichi rose from the Hokkaido region, which almost had a hint of effervescence. Perfect with the fried food, given its slight sweetness. Next we shared the hand kneaded pasta of the day, a parpardelle with a traditional pork and beef ragu. The ragu ingredients were chopped a bit rougher than traditionally, but again the flavors were spot on. I didn’t know the region my Cabernet came from, and thus I’ve already forgotten, so this is on the list to look up when I get home. The nose had an almost cigarette-y tobacco smell, which was odd, but upon drinking the flavors gave way to the earthy yet subtle fruit flavor one would expect from a cab. The last plate we shared was a tankagyu beef, which was served with a wine reduction, shishito peppers, potatoes, and a bit of okra. While I had planned to continue with my cab, at the last moment my curiosity got the better of me and I ordered a Dry Creek zinfandel, Dashe. Ooooh, it tastes like home. Big, jammy flavors, a fruit bomb that most California zins are. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. Now to hike back to the train station so I can roll into bed.
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