Fri, 15 Aug 2014
“It says vegetable dining on the sign, it’s bound to be a vegetarian restaurant”
So, we go up the lift to the third floor - the tall building with a different bar, club or eatery on each floor is one of the unexpected quirks of Japan - and are greeted with a cooler full of fruit and veg. Promising. We mutter “futatsu”, hold up two fingers and are seated. Water and a menu arrives. A menu entirely in kana and kanji with the emphasis on the latter. A bit of puzzling and then we ask the waiter to at least explain the sections. After some back and forth in his limited English and our minimal Japanese we get starters, salads, noodles, tempura and beef.
Not vegetarian then.
We take the only option available and confidently order one thing from every part of the menu apart from beef. The waiter looks a little confused and slightly apprehensive but scribbles it down. It’s mostly excellent apart from a mysterious and revolting vegetable unknown to us.
posted at: 19:15 #