Shrimp & Oyster Bar, Akasaka 赤坂
Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 9:00PM |
Dave
Escaping the hot, sticky confines of the office resulted in my wandering the even hotter, stickier streets of Shibuya with a couple of hours to kill before meeting Tokyoeater for a spot of dinner. Not much wandering took place and I arrived at Akasaka far too early. As luck would have it, the “resto” my dining partner for the evening had chosen happened to be housed in the same building, the Atrium section next to the Akasaka Biz Tower, as the Delirium Café, a Belgian beer bar that I’d visited last year and completely forgotten about. A bottle or two of Piraat and a few chapters of the iBooks edition of The Adventures of Sherlock Homes (“what the deuce!”) and it was time to visit the Shrimp and Oyster Bar for the evening.
The relatively plain exterior of the restaurant did not belie greater ostentation within. Very simple, basic even, making it feel more like a cafeteria or diner. The tables were a little on the small side, too, which would turn out to be something of problem.
Guided to the narrow confines of our table, beers were swiftly ordered and an appetizer of chives cream cheese and crackers supplied. Not the best of starts. As is so often the case when two bulls get together, talk was the order of the evening, and in part the quaffing of beer to quell the thirst bequeathed by the hottest Tokyo summer in a decade (or so it’s said), and so it took a while for us to get around to the menu.
As luck would have it, the cover of said menu promoted a set course offering a range of dishes including oysters and several shrimp-based delights. Truth be told, “delights” it too positive a description. Not that the food was bad, it just didn't excite or justify the price. The oysters, served on ice with a couple topped with tomato, feta and basil, were small, and rather lacklustre. A pile of lettuce, black olive, scrambled egg, cheese and ham salad – drizzled in something like the much-maligned Thousand Island dressing, followed. Already there was something of the chain izakaya about the food here.
Chilled white wine, name escapes me but something to do with oysters, took the edge off the food, and barely touched my dining partner’s lips from what I can recall (sorry…). The waiting staff leave the wine on the bar opposite your table, and attentively poor whenever your glass is near empty. Unfortunately, they pay no attention whatsoever to the pace at which your companion’s glass is being emptied (or not as the case may be). While on the subject of pace, let it be said that the food crashed upon our tawdry board like a tsunami. Before we knew it, there was no space left to set the dishes, and engaged as we were in talk – and as I was in the bottle – we failed utterly to consume at the speed apparently expected. Even after our protestations, it continued in relentless fashion.
A salad, Mediterranean in style, consisting of red and yellow peppers, onions, basil, octopus and shrimp was swiftly followed by deep fried shrimp served with shredded cabbage, bulldog sauce and mayonnaise. Oddly enough, this utterly “izakaya basic” turned out to be the tastiest part of the meal. Says it all, doesn’t it?
There followed some more shrimp (prawns?) in an oily balsamic soak, complimented by dry bread, a woefully small and thin tasting lasagne and a couple of other dishes I’m sure, though I have neither photograph nor recollection.
The service was okay, polite and increasingly friendly once the waitress revealed her hidden English speaking talents and impending visit to the U.K. Not quite sure I needed to be cornered by her outside the men’s room for a chat every time I visited though…
Tel: 03-3568-3787










