Before I forget… There are three places I’ve been evangelizing. Sushi Tokami (in my list of sushi recommendations here), Kotaro (which I fondly nicknamed the Statebird Provisions of Tokyo) and Afuri (the yuzu ramen place I love love love; my Instagram is filled with Afuri photos).
Tokami is now super famous. Bookings are harder, they raised their prices and the worst: the chef isn’t as wonderful and warm as he once used to be. Frankly, I heard he’s now a dick. That’s too bad.
Kotaro in Shibuya is now also famous. He’s getting attention from the Japanese media and slowly starting to be known by people abroad. I’ve heard a lot of people are having less than stellar experiences there too. Which again, is too bad.
Afuri… I hate saying this. But I went once in March and again last week. Both times I couldn’t finish my bowl because the broth was oily and salty. The pork belly (char siu) was practically inedible. I’m going one last time before I absolutely give up on them.
This is an extremely sad update for me as I dislike bad mouthing places. But for visitors who have limited time in Japan and happen to stumble on my blog, I wish you all excellent visits and of course, extraordinary food, that it’s only fair to be honest.