Saturday, September 11, 2010


Yamato Kaiten Sushi (やまと寿司回転).

Variety is the spice of life.

Whenever I ever eat at a buffet, I grab a plate and get a teaspoon of potato salad, two noodle strands, a teaspoon of rice, a slice of roast beef, 2 cubes of potato, one baby carrot, half a teaspoon of mustard, a squirt of ketchup, a rocket leaf, a tablespoon of risotto, etc etc... until my entire plate just looks like an edible kaleidoscope. Because I want to taste EVERYTHING, but I don't have enough space in my belly to eat decent amounts of it all. I'm a bit obsessed.

This is why I ♥ sushi trains. All the work is done for you: perfectly portioned, bite-sized pieces of deliciousness elegantly sailing past you along the conveyor belt for you to seize whatever takes your fancy. The ideal place for me to indulge in my little variety-OCD without looking like a weirdo: because that's exactly what a sushi train is made for.

Everything is so simply and beautifully presented that you're almost too scared to reach out and grab it for fear or ruining the landscape. Even the bowls were sexy, for goodness sake.

Our selection included Tobiko California futomaki ($3.5), Chicken Teriyaki futomaki ($3.5), Deep-fried Prawn Cutlets ($3), Gyoza 餃子 ($4.5), and my favourite: the Prawn Tempura futomaki ($5.5). Perhaps it was the light crispiness of the tempura, or the mixed sesame seeds, or the purely aesthetic fact that the seaweed was on inside-out... Or maybe I was just excited about choosing one of the forbidden purple-plates, which we had been avoiding because they were the most expensive colour.

We finished off with Green Tea お茶アイス and Black Sesame Gelato ($3). Savoury ice cream is the shit. Love it.

The only thing better than dessert is a second round of dessert. Which is exactly what happened when we got back from dinner: a large slice of Tarte de Fraises from La Galette de France with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. But wait! There's more... wait for it...

... perfectly soft-boiled eggs à la Michèl in the morning for my breakfast.
Two, in fact.
With toasted baguette.
AND in animal egg-cups.

The feeling of contentedness is a wonderful thing.

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