“I want to divorce you and marry this citrus crème freche.”
“Dude! A burst of chocolate just exploded on my tongue.” “You sound like a judge on Iron Chef.”
“The lobster claw was…like jell-o.”
“It’s soft, then crunchy, then the sweet of the mirin and soy, and then finishes up with the lingering aftertaste of tuna.”
“Just try the oyster. Trust me.”
“Why am I even mixing wasabi for this nigiri? Wait...is this real wasabi root??”
“Try this red paste…” “what the hell is that…miso mixed with…chipotle?”
“(giggles). It’s a baby beet…(giggles)
“This smells like something.”
“I’m sad because I know we’re getting to the end…”
“It’s so cute! It looks like it’s frolicking through the sea.”
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Let me explain. No there is too much, let me sum up.
It was the best meal of my life.
If you ever dine at Morimoto, go with the omakase tasting menu and wine pairing.
If you can only afford one thing off of the menu, go with the whitefish ceviche.
If you can afford two things off the menu, go with that and the toro tartare
If you can afford three things off the menu, order a glass of sokol blosser Evolution with the whitefish ceviche.
I thought I liked sushi, that I appreciated sushi, but this experience opened my eyes. I never knew raw fish could be so…subtle.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Le fondue, and sushi in the desert
I like fondue, and will eat it every chance I get. What else can I say? So me, The Mister, and his childhood friend went out to The Melting Pot. I ordered an extra cheese portion for the table to ensure there’d be enough to go around, and I found a lovely Sauvignon Blanc to search for at home. Fruity, juicy, mouth-watering acidity, just how I like them.
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I’ve come to the conclusion that in most any civilized place these days, you can get the exact same Mexican food and the exact same sushi. Not saying there’s anything wrong with strong margaritas, boisterous music, and cheese-drenched enchiladas. And I love a good California roll and a miso soup regardless of the state I’m in. But I was hoping, especially for the Mexican food, for something a tad more authentic. The margarita was quite nice, though, and the company was spectacular.
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I’ve come to the conclusion that in most any civilized place these days, you can get the exact same Mexican food and the exact same sushi. Not saying there’s anything wrong with strong margaritas, boisterous music, and cheese-drenched enchiladas. And I love a good California roll and a miso soup regardless of the state I’m in. But I was hoping, especially for the Mexican food, for something a tad more authentic. The margarita was quite nice, though, and the company was spectacular.
Labels:
mexican food,
sauvignon blanc,
sushi,
the melting pot
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