Yummm...

2nd Annual Uni Pasta Night in Shibuya with Brian & Jean. Sealing the deal: Viron baguette, St. Andre French cheese, craft blood orange olive oil and golden balsamic vinegar from Florio's Olive Oil Company in Grass Valley, CA atop fresh greens and cherry tomatoes, with French Riesling to accompany.


 Breakfast of champions, Japan style. I'm telling you, the eggs over here are FAR superior to American eggs, even the best organic, cage free, etc., etc. ones. Orange yolks (apparently a different breed of chicken, total lack of antibiotics, and different raising styles) so rich and velvety...and the thick-cut bacon plus French butter wasn't bad either.


Lunch at Dhaba India in Kyōbashi. Southern Indian food in the heart of Tokyo. This "Holiday Specials Lunch Meals A" combination was simply delicious. Especially the warm coconut cabbage slaw...must find recipe. The masala chai was especially creamy and served piping hot in a double steel cup set. Much recommended.










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