Deep-fried crumbed meat sandwiched by two pieces of fluffy white bread – what’s there not to like about katsu sandos? Nothing, which is why I chose to celebrate my last day at a former job by dining at Meet Sando with colleagues.
Tag: Japanese
Tamura Sake Bar is a small sake and jazz records izakaya on Gertrude Street, not unlike the ones I recently encountered in Japan where you couldn’t get a seat if you were in a group bigger than three.
Sushi Ten’s reputation precedes it – it used to serve its famed donburis from within Port Phillip Arcade before shifting to Rathdowne Street.
It’s a tricky task finding somewhere in the city that is a) new and b) intolerance-friendly but I found the perfect place in Calia, a Japanese retail grocer-cum-cafe in Emporium with an adjoining restaurant.
I love being part of clubs (unless it involves any participation in sporting activities), and what better club is there to be a member of than Ramen Club?
Because my dinner outing to Hakata Gensuke was planned two weeks prior, I promised myself that I would keep myself as bloat-free as I possibly could in the lead-up as to allow myself maximum enjoyment of ramen, which usually leaves me extremely bloated.
Vegetarian ramen lovers, fret no more – there is a new cutesy Japanese eatery that does not only vegetarian ramen, but vegan ramen.
