We walked to the bridge where the Harajuku girls are normally at. They only come out on weekends though. We went to the Meiji Shingu temple right next to it.
I tried to get Luigi to jump but this is all I got. HAHAHAHAHA
Customary to wash hands and mouth before entering.
Japanese girls love their stiletto heels - rain, shine, gravel, doesn't matter.
We were graciously served by the only Japanese guy that could speak English here. He was so nice and accommodating.
I think I'm turning Japanese ! (Which, btw, everyone thinks I am, no matter what country I am in [except China].)
Here is the kaiseki menu. Unfortunately, I can't understand any of this.
Squid on the left, tofu mousse on the right.
A bunch of goodies consisting of yuba/tofu, peas, veggies, shrimp, and some gooey stuff that was quite good.
Slow-cooked claypot
Veggie nigiri, and raw egg that we put in the claypot
Yum yum
Sashimi, tofu, gelee
And some free goodies - fresh prawn and turban
Grilled alive! So fresh that the shrimp was still moving.
I have to get one of these mini-charcoal grills at home...
This was some kind of rice in a seaweed type sauce/broth (we used this when I had that stint at the kaiseki place in Cali).
Condiments
Dessert - delicious tofu mousse with rasberry sauce
I hesitated to mention that we were still stuffed from that freakishly insane bowl of pork ramen we had. It was tough to eat this entire meal but we succeeded in stuffing ourselves in order to 1) finally have a complete and authentic kaiseki meal 2) not to be rude and not finish everything. This meal really was fabulous. It was advertised as a "healthy" kaiseki which means little to no meat. Anyway, it was pretty splendid.
I started this blog to write about my first trip to Europe. Without this trip, I would have never pursued my dream of becoming a cuisinière. This blog then progressed into an illustration of my life as a student at ESCF - Ferrandi in Paris. Now I am off to the real world of cuisiniers. Vive la France!
Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.
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