I am eating some phenomenal Indian and Mediterranean food in London! I will update later in full detail but for now here are some photos.
And lastly, from our dinner last night. The puff pastries were like deconstructed samosas. They were soooooo good. The little squares next to them are chickpea cakes – they reminded me of cornbread but the chickpea cakes had way more flavor and a less gritty texture. Really tasty.
Then some rice with tomatoes and spices. And the soup like thing was a Chinese inspired dish – I tasted black beans and Sezchuan with Tamarind and maybe paprika… which was really weird to me.
Curry chick peas (sorry for the messy plate). And not pictured is a Chinese stir fry of vegetables. Again, another Chinese inspired Indian dish. So. Weird.
Anyway. I would post photos of the nightlife but I doubt they would be interesting.
As you can tell, I am having a blast in London with the most excellent company 🙂
The Indian place is Roti Chai
3 Portman Mews S,
London W1H 6HS http://www.rotichai.com/
It’s street food inspired Indian with lots of fun and playful small plates.
After a 12.5 hour flight. Taxiing on the tarmac for almost two hours and another two hours to clear immigration I finally got to see some parts of London. Was so exhausted so last night was pretty low key.
Slow start to Day Two but I am already in love with this great city.
London is so diverse. And I love that. There is not one dominant race or culture.
Everyone has been so kind to me! I can’t stop smiling and talking to as many people as I can.
The weather is fantastic. So warm and sunny today. Makes me happy.
I was highly concerned about the food but what I’ve eaten so far has been delicious (last night I had a Moroccan salad with goat cheese and even ate quinoa).
This city is so charming. Reminds me of the West Village in NY. Can’t wait to see more!
Googling how to reset my memory so I can enjoy places other than Shutoku did no good. I came across useless articles about how to get over someone who cheated on you. Or like, how to forget that one unforgettable guy/girl. I tried replacing ‘guy’ with ‘food’, but it didn’t work out too well. Actually it was very strange. (I’ll spare the details.) So I did the next best thing: go to another place that serves akazu vinegar rice sushi. Akazu, is the five year brewed vinegar.
Since I forgot to take a photo of the buri belly from last week, I went back to the same place that serves seared sushi and ordered three pieces of seared (Aburi) omakase and four pieces of non-seared omakase. With the stipulation the buri belly be included.
Customizing orders can be challenging here as the menu items are all in Japanese (except the set menus.)
The last piece was a chu-toro. Didn’t even compare to the one I had at Shutoku.
I’m not being biased, but, at the same price I can have a way better meal at Shutoku. Probably not returning here again. Sadly.
Today I had a lunch at my scheduled place. I just… couldn’t enjoy my meal. I didn’t even take photos. Shutoku has basically ruined me; I can’t stop day dreaming about my experience there.
Every piece I eat, I’m comparing Aoki Chef’s knife skills to others. I wonder how he would garnish that particular piece – or if he would even garnish. Would he just sprinkle salt? Brush lightly with soy sauce? Or maybe top it with grated daikon radish. I stare down at the cut fish on top of rice and imagine how he would present it. My taste buds are craving the perfect balance of akazu vinegar rice with the freshest, highest quality fish. And I wonder what Aoki Chef would say, as he served the piece to me. He has set the bar and Shutoku is now hands down, my favorite place in The Market thus far.
How am I ever going to eat through the other places in Tsukiji?
I get that this is a good (spoiled?) problem to have. But I need to figure out a way to reset this meal so I quit complaining and give accolades to other establishments.
After all, every place is different.
Off to googling I go…
It’s 7am and I’m already at the market. Mainly because I skipped Friday and Saturday and really missed the energy.
No photo as I’m just taking in the early AM sights and sounds but I just had to jot this down as I think about this a lot and keep forgetting to do so.
No matter day or time I am here, the market is always crowded. There are locals shopping. Merchants purveying. Tourists – both Japanese and non-Japanese – standing in line for Sushi Dai or Daiwa, crowding the stands and spilling out into the streets.
I mean. I know I’m one of the people contributing to the crowd but I really wonder what these people do for a living. Tourists I get, but the Japanese people. The Japanese are notorious for all having corporate 9 – 5s. Yet they are standing in line. For sushi! And Tsukiji goods! Who are they? And what do they do??
I once heard oden described as ‘fish marshmallows in soup’. That doesn’t really sound appetizing but it made me smile.
Oden is a traditional winter dish in Japan, that stews vegetables and fish cakes in dashi Japanese stock. As strange as ground fish meat made into patties translated to ‘fish cakes’ sound, if you eat ramen or udon, you’ve most likely had it in some form before:
Oden is usually eaten with Japanese hot mustard karashi and is Japanese comfort food at its finest. I love oden so much and since the description sounds a bit scary, I just tell people it’s ‘a Japanese delicacy’ in order to get them to try. I’ve yet to meet a single person who said they didn’t like it. It’s really, that good.
The other night I went to a very famous oden place in Ginza known only to Japanese people. The owner and operator Tanaka-san, has been cooking oden for over 50 years.