Category: Japanese

Biggest Project Yet: “Strawberry Spree”

Guys, I did it. It’s finally over. Mother’s Day 2012 at Shokudo Japanese Restaurant & Bar was a huge (and not to mention, all-consuming, body-exhausting, & mind-blowing) success! A widespread brunch/lunch buffet of Japanese fare was followed by “Strawberry Spree” Sweets buffet (by yours truly), where 460-something voracious, yet surprisingly pleasant, guests devoured 1800-something servings of 12 different types of strawberry-themed desserts within a span of 5 hours and 3 full-seating turnovers. Let’s not forget that this was, believe it or not, after these bottomless bellies were stuffed with mountains upon mountains of sushi, tempura, udon, salad, chicken, king crab, and God knows what else. All I really want to know is, who are these thoroughly inhuman people with such exigent appetites and where on earth did they come from? Because I have this ever-growing hunch that I must be related to them. After all, there is a most uncanny resemblance between my belly and theirs.Stomach resemblance aside, there may have been little else alike between these wonderful guests and I. Though the picture doesn’t show it (thank God), I slept for a very true-to-saying, painstakingly short-and-sweet 45 minutes. The grueling fun-filled hours leading up to that nap and the even more agonizing joyous hours that followed were wholeheartedly dedicated to baking and assembling a mass amount of the greatest (and most practical) homemade desserts I could muster up and create from scratch. Exhausted as I may have been, and trust me when I say exhausted is a euphemism for the physical state I was in at the time, this project was my absolute pride and joy from unshaped, prenatal beginning to expectant, postnatal forthcoming. It was Mother’s Day, for crying out loud, and this project was my beautifully overweight newborn. Continue reading

Moriomoto Waikiki.

I definitely haven’t been the most diligent blogger lately. I have, unsurprisingly, on the other hand, been quite the diligent eater. I am finally proud to say that I am no longer green with envy of those who’ve experienced the wonders of Iron Chef Morimoto’s new restaurant in Waikiki. I realize that this does not give me absolution from my sin of procrastination and negligence, but allow me to blandish you into forgetting my mistakes, my loyal and lovely readers out there (be there any left).

Being the Iron Chef fanatic that I am and the sushi aficionado that Pat is, going to Morimoto was certainly at the top of our food agenda. The only problem was finding the right time and occasion. Regardless, that problem was answered pronto since it was Patrick’s birthday a few days ago. I surreptitiously made reservations weeks in advance, but unfortunately didn’t come up with a proper surprise plan of execution. Nevertheless, he was indeed pleasantly surprised and quietly thrilled (being the mild and mellow guy that he is).  I, of course, was a little more expressly excited and exhilaratingly anxious to do my wallet some serious Iron Chef damage. Wow, and major damage did we most certainly do.
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