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...an expat libertine with a penchant for sparkly dining partners, jazz bars and izakaya.
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Entries in Tokyoeater (6)

Wednesday
Dec072011

David’s Deli, Mita  デビットデリ、三田

Not my usual stomping ground, so I have zero knowledge of Mita’s eateries. After visiting David’s Deli – specializing in Israeli, Mediterranean and European cuisine – I feel inclined to look deeper into the neighbourhood.

Located in between Shirokane-Takanawa station and Temple University’s Mita Hall, this Jewish Delicatessen is a bit dull when it comes to décor and ambience, but the food speaks for itself. The beer, interesting though it was, tasted exactly the same as Hoppi, so probably isn’t going tempt serious drinkers. 

My dining partners and I enjoyed a bountiful array of dishes, with hummus playing the lead role in most.

Pita bread is both necessary and recommend for mopping up most dishes. These were fluffy and wholesome. Way better than the tawdry stuff I remember back in Blighty.

Hummus with a kind if sesame dressing/ mayonnaise. Thoroughly delicious.

Yet more hummus, but this time the center was piled with strips of spicy meats. The spices were subtle and the meat itself lean and flavoursome. Could have done this dish time and again.

The baba ghanoush – mashed aubergines with olive oil and seasonings, was excellent, too.

Salad, vinegary and crunchy.

The chicken schnitzel pita sandwich was pleasant, and could pass as a Japanese chicken cutlet. 

A worthy lunch destination, should you happen to be in that neck of the woods.

(And a nudge and wink @Tokyoeater)

 

03-5441-1211 

David’s Deli

Sunday
Oct232011

Kappa-chan, Ebisu  かっぱちゃん、恵比寿

After a week of Kushiwakamaru overkill, a visit to Ebisu Yokocho’s Kappa-chan came as a welcome change while offering the opportunity to try someone else’s yakitori

On the west side of Ebisu station, next to Seven-Eleven, Ebisu Yokocho remains popular after opening its doors to the public 3-4 years ago. Essentially just an alley - running through the ground floor of an old apartment building - lined with small, yatai-like stalls serving various staples such as yakiniku, oden, okonomiyaki, and yakitori, with a wine bar thrown in for good measure. 

Always busy, the atmosphere is in the faux-Showa vein, with hanging lanterns, Hoppy posters and beer crate-seating aplenty. Kappa-chan is the first establishment on the right as you come though the entrance. Not spacious, but we still managed a party of five without any discomfort. 

The food was pretty good. Not Kushiwaka good, but still delicious - the cherry tomatoes surprisingly so. Perhaps a little dainty, though.

The sasami topped with wasabi was lethal. We like wasabi, but all but one of our party nearly had a funny turn after experiencing it here. My favourite of the night was the sasami with yuzu-kosho (citrus and pepper). 

Worthy of a second visit. 

 

03-3280-4199 

http://r.tabelog.com/tokyo/A1303/A130302/13050424/

 

 

Tuesday
Mar082011

Kōya, Ikebukuro  香家、池袋

Continuing in the Chinese chain shop vein, Tokyoeater mentioned a recent visit to Kōya via the Twinterweb and so, as we happened to be in the area, my dining partner and I decided to take a look at the Ikebukuro iteration. It’s conveniently located in the Esora building, a brief walk and an escalator ride or five away from the South exit of the station, and cooks up a simple line of Hong Kong style dishes.

I remain blissfully unaware of the persuasion of Esora’s tenants, but from what I glimpsed they sell the usual spread of ladies accessories, shoes, apparel and sickly-sweet cottagey European teapots and assorted kitchenware.

Pre-meal research had caused us to worry – quite needlessly as it turned out – that Kōya would be heaving of a Friday night and, moreover, that the Ikebukuro Esora store is particularly “girly.” It was neither. There were four other customers at best, and only one of them was female, and not at all girly at that.

Most department store/ mall-enclosed dining spots leave me despairing at the best of times. Utterly lacking in character and authenticity, they seem best left to lunches rather than precious evening hours. Unfortunately Kōya did little to persuade me otherwise. Both food and service were passable. Not outstanding in any way, I had hoped for more, somehow, and thus felt a pang of disappointment. Not sure what I’d been hoping for… Maybe a little more spice, a punchy taste or richer “ethnic” flavours. Whatever I’d wanted it wasn’t supplied in sufficient style.

Sticking to beer, we made short work of the appetizer, the negi to chāshū no piri kara. Enjoyable enough, but the negi was somewhat overpowering. My dining partner, being determined to take a hit of spiciness, had the oni tantanmen, which although certainly spicy overplayed its hand a little, so as to catch the back of throat. Volume and presentation (clean) were both fine, although the thin noodles were lost amidst the strong taste.

My shirunashi tantanmen shōrompo setto did indeed lack soup and come accompanied by small dumplings, the twain completing the set. The dumplings were steaming, soft and a little dull. The noodles, topped with spicy minced meat were very, very dry, so as to clog the mouth, and relied over much on fresh cut negi set all around. The taste of which detracted from the peppery flavour of the noodles and smacked of budget “bulking out.”  A shame really, as given less negi and more of the noodles I’d have happily devoured more of this, provided I had the beers to wash it down.

My views on these kinds of places – or rather locations – remain unchanged. Kōya makes for a reasonable lunch, and represents fairly good value for money even if the food itself lacks subtlety.  Not worthy of an evening visit though.

 

Tel: 03-5944-9158 

Web: koya.co.jp

Monday
Nov292010

Mango Cafe, Ebisu  マンゴカフェ、恵比寿

A sunny Sunday afternoon in recently chilly Tokyo and long-missed friends were visiting from the old country, sunny Sheffield to be precise. As they had their freshly unwrapped bonny boy with them an akachan friendly venue was the order of the day. 

Despite having my sights set on an extremely tempting, relatively new gyoza-ya near Ebisu station it turned out to be closed on Sundays.  At a loss, not being one for lunches generally (hard to excuse a liquid fixation at such an early hour in public and in the company of the young), I readily accepted one of our party’s suggestion to look for somewhere among the various restaurants housed within Ebisu station’s Atre building.

Having not investigated its interior much, save when sent on missions to purchase ladies' hair ornaments, the chance for a gander was no bad thing. In the end we chose Mango Café, a mainly Thai-themed Asian eatery offering reasonably comfortable surroundings, service – of a kind – and reasonably priced, if slowly delivered, lunches covering a decent range of food types from rice, curry and noodles to veggie and meat heavy dishes.

After much rearranging of tables to accommodate the bonny boy’s buggy (I want one… A buggy that is, not a bonny boy, yet…) we settled in, ordered drinks and scanned the menu.

Orders made, we got on with the business of the day – catching up. The food arrived and all looked delighted. All except myself, as my plate didn’t arrive until a good ten minutes after all the others, and only then because I inquired as to the reasons for the tardiness of its delivery.

Overall it was all tasty enough, came in respectable portions and didn’t offend the wallet – but then lunch rarely does in Tokyo. Mine was the Gay Yang BBQ Chicken Combo Plate, which although long in name, was short in the devouring.

 

Tel: 03-5475-8349

Saturday
Sep252010

Ninniku-ya, Ebisu  にんにくや、恵比寿

Before the first hints of autumn were felt, and when the idea of rain was still laughable, Tokyoeater and I decided that the relentless, sultry evenings called for shorts, goatees, and chilled wine. Having left the choice of venue in the capable hands of my dining companion (much less hassle, and he always manages to introduce restaurants I’d never think of), we hit the streets of Hiroo hungry and desirous of air conditioning.

Having passed several tempting looking restaurants, we soon headed in the direction of Ebisu, and eventually arrived at Ninniku-ya (Garlic House), an eatery with which my dining partner has long been acquainted. As the name suggests, it’s all about garlic. Lots of it. This is never a bad thing, of course, and having confirmed that no more important meeting than that with the masseuse was scheduled for the following day, the idea of strong tasting, garlic infused dishes seemed perfect.

Ninniku-ya’s façade is rather non-descript; you could easily pass it by without noticing. The interior, a large main dining area and a smokers’ lair to the rear, brought to mind a blend of various European restaurants. You’d find similar décor in any number of countries, serving any number of cuisines. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose, just a little bland in that it was a bit of everything and nothing in particular. But then again, we weren’t there to appraise the furnishings.

The clientele was extremely gaijin-heavy which, considering that we all “know” how much the Japanese “hate garlic” (and by extension Koreans) and that they (the Japanese) “don’t smell” (meaning that gaijin do), made perfect sense. Service was provided by a slightly weathered-looking old man, who seemed to have accepted that his lot in life is to string together simple, grammatically unsound, English in order to serve ravenous hoards of expats and visiting barbarians.

The menu offers a range of European standards (chicken, pork, beef, and pasta dishes), with a hint of Japanese influence, along with some Chinese fare, all shot-through with garlic, and garlic, and a little bit more garlic. So, as long as you like garlic, you’ll probably find something that pleases. I seem to remember our having a salad of some description, but I have no photographic evidence to support my hunch. There is, however, a photo of the aubergine with garlic olive oil, which was nice and soft while still retaining its texture and flavour. The level of garlic was pretty good, as it would prove to be throughout the meal, although my dining partner lamented the reduction in garlic in each dish compared to those of the past. Some things never last.

The shougayaki-style pork with green beans and, of course, garlic was rather basic, but certainly passable. Couldn’t help feeling it didn’t really fit the menu somehow, however. On the other hand, the garlic steak was a perfect fit. Thick, juicy steak, beautifully pink inside, seared on the outside and topped with a smattering of roast vegetables and mashed potato. Probably my favourite of the evening, this was simple yet thoroughly satisfying.

As is our wont, we made short work of a couple of chilled bottles of something white and eminently drinkable, which complimented the somewhat plain pasta dish. This was, from what I can remember, simply penne with mushrooms and tasteless bacon in a cream sauce. The garlic provided the flavour, although I really would have preferred this to be a lot stronger on the garlic front, so as to make up for the lacklustre bacon and mushrooms. It was also a little on the petite side – as I have pointed out before, pasta should be served in heaps!

My dining partner suggested the garlic bread, promising a great, glistening rod of baguette, served erect and piled with garlic. Sadly, upon arrival it turned out that even this once proud specimen had been reduced to the more usual halved variety, lying prostate upon the plate. Again, although I seem to recall some spring rolls making an appearance I haven’t any photos. They probably tasted of garlic though.

An enjoyable meal, and rather fun to indulge one's love of garlic. I’d certainly be interested to try another meal here if they promised to utilise the levels of garlic that I’m told they used to. Servings could have been a little more generous, and service with a smile would have been nice.

 

Tel: 03-3446-5887

Tuesday
Aug102010

Shrimp & Oyster Bar, Akasaka  赤坂

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