Cuisine of the Surrender Monkeys

As predicted the weekend was spent taking some things out of boxes, trying to find a place for them, putting them in a place, and then finding something else that needs to be put there. The number of coat hangers two people can accumulate is astounding.

Saturday night we went out to a French restaurant in Tama. It is across the road from a great bakery we sometimes frequent on the weekend for the excellent pastries and coffee. Neither of us had been to this restaurant, and we’d so often talked about what the food might be like that it was decided to finally try it. I was really looking forward to it.

The chef was Japanese, but after an apprenticeship in Japan he’d studied in France for 5 years. We learnt this from his wife who was quite the little talker, along with being the waitress for our evening of dining. With their daughter as another waitress, and son who was out the back in the kitchen, it was a real family restaurant.

It was also the greatest meal I’ve had in a long time. It was on a different plane from other meals that I would have talked about as good. This was not like the, “Tony Romas do great pork ribs”, kind of experience. This was the kind of meal where the waitress explains the ingredients of the sauce, and the chef comes out after the meal for a chinwag.

For you mouth-watering pleasure it was:

Salmon Carpaccio.
Foie Gras with Pureed Apple Sauce.
Snapper and Scallops in Butter Sauce.
Beef with Cognac Sauce and Broccoli and Mashed Potato.
Dessert & Coffee

I weep for the peasants.