The chef gave us an introductory present. Little fish had been included in the offering. I ended up crushing three or four little skulls. A horrible thought. I imagined what kind of scale would be needed if these fish were whales. Is this how Gozilla started?… The waitresses giggled on the sidelines. The chef snuck by our table to check if we were worthy.
The Sake I wanted was clearly out of my Thursday Evening price range. The description to it read something like “If Sakes were people, this Sake would be an innocent little girl dancing on a sunlit morning meadow with a little fluffy puppy by her side.” I kid you not, something along these lines was indeed the description next to a little jpeg of a bottle.
I was shown an unfiltered alternative, a cloudy thin bottle which seemed to contain the helpless remains of some frankensteinian experiment gone wrong. (Decades before.)
I ended up with some Masumi, Nanago. (the bottom of the page…) and it was so perfectly good… I thanked the waitress so much until she almost exploded with joy. (She smiled, okay? I just wanted to use “exploded with joy” somewhere in a silly context.)
I did not eat much, just a little Kampyo roll, which complimented the Nanago well indeed.
We ended up going back to the office and taking a tiny (really tiny) sample of the super special little bottle of Sake which came as a brave visitor from Tokyo a few weeks ago. We could not figure out the name on the bottle, but the few samples we had proved that even the best things in life have their superior champions… I will need to find ways to get another bottle of this flawless beverage somehow…
Matt also gave me a brief introduction to the quality of the hand made sake glasses I have. I had no idea how incredibly precious they were… and I felt a bit like a boar wearing a pearl neckless once again. (Willing to learn.)
I would like to remind myself at some other time, that today was a good one…
yes, indeed… I wonder what will happen next?