I've mentioned before in my blogs that I appear to be missing the gastronomic gene. I knew this had the potential to cause me problems here when every guide book or article I read told me that the food was reason enough to visit Japan and that it has more Michelin starred restaurants than any other country in the world.
Sure enough, tonight I faced my equivalent of a bushtucker trial ... sashimi, followed by spare ribs, followed by eel omelette, followed by foie gras, followed by prawn tempura, followed by cold noodles with something slimy added for good measure. Frankly, I think I deserve a medal although I think Steve, our CTO, might have caught me in the act of gamely swallowing one bit of raw fish and washing it down quickly with a large gulp of water. He certainly looked amused!
However, the evening as a whole was certainly not wasted on me. From the moment, I removed my shoes and climbed into our little private dining den, I knew that the food need only be part of the experience. I savoured the rituals, the beautiful presentation, the charm of the waiting staff and, most of all, the company of my colleagues. Rather oddly, the arrival of dessert also meant that I finished the evening with a pleasant taste in my mouth after all. I don't know what the ice cream was... but it was a dark greeny-blue moss colour and utterly delicious!
Can't wait to have scrambled eggs for breakfast though...
Note to the 99% of people who love Japanese food - the restaurant is called Konomu and it's in the Shirokane district. I recommend the ice cream!
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