Oh, and Nobu

[smokingboot]

Worth the hype! We chose two menus, the chef's choice of most popular dishes in the restaurant, plus a more traditional Japanese menu. It's not for comfort eaters, being tiny and delicate - I honestly do not get how we were so stuffed by the end of it. The whole thing reminded me of 'little' food, like the best strawberries I ever tasted - they grew wild on the doorstep of a cottage in west scotland. There weren't ever enough for a bowl of cream; they were singular, shining with rain and they burst with the most beautiful flavour in your mouth. The whole Nobu meal was like that, tiny, intense, unforgettable. Nobu's rep rests a lot on its cod caramelised in miso, utterly delicious; but the whole thing was so good, I wouldn't know what to recommend. I haven't been so gastronomically puzzled since I tried Tom Yum creme brulee; it shouldn't work but it does.

Ironically given my last but one post, I met someone I recognised as I staggered on impossible heels to the loos. He commented on them, I laughed, my inner shudder at his ghastliness fading as I tried to avoid death by stilletto. 'Has anyone ever told you you look like Mick Hucknell?' I said. 'All the time,' He replied, and fled as I toppled into the ladies loos. He's lost some weight. But he still looks like he was made in a Ginsters factory.

These are better days.