It’s the weekend and a fairly quiet one for me as the kangaroo is away on business in the US while I’m slowly digesting my huge lunch at the Singapore embassy’s bounenkai event that was held at the Tokyo Prince Hotel near Shiba-koen.
I was impressed by the selection of hawker favourites on display — satay, prawn mee, laksa, bobocharchar, fried bee hoon, briyani with papadoms and two kinds of curry. And there were also seafood spaghetti, dimsum, salad, fruit, cake, and other buffet-ish dishes. Kind of mish mash but apparently much better than last year’s spread.
I must say it felt oddly comforting to hear Singaporean accents in the air, and gosh, was it messy and gluttonous with piles of food, dirty plates, cups, and harried-looking staff — an island of Singaporeaness in the big mikan (I don’t know why some people call Tokyo a mandarin orange but I suppose it’s a tongue-in-cheek parody of the Big Apple).
So since I don’t have glorious pictures of Singaporean fare, I’ll grace your eyes with photos of another culinary experience at Joel Robuchon in Ebisu. Although it’s a three-star Michelin restaurant, it won’t break the bank if you have lunch there (prices range from 6,000JPY to 12,300JPY; USD77 to USD158) and it’s still Joel Robuchon nosh. I think it’s 100,000JPY (USD1282) for dinner — I don’t think it includes wine — if Joel Robuchon himself is cooking it so lunch is definitely more democratic.

It truly was an exceptional meal and I had a vegetarian set specially catered for me. I suspect that our host’s secretary used her wiles to persuade the restaurant manager and I heard that it was devilishly difficult to book a vegetarian meal at any of the nice restaurants in the area.
In fact, it took two secretaries to make calls through an entire day before they locked down Joel Robuchon. Why the fuss? And who the hell am I to deserve such courtesy? Well, one of the kangaroo’s major clients in Tokyo couldn’t make it to our wedding so he wanted to take us out to lunch instead. I have a strong feeling if I called the restaurant myself to ask for a veggie meal, they would say, “Talk to the hand, missy.” In a very polite Japanese way, of course.
And it was amaaaaaaazing. Even my salad was multi-layered and complex but fresh and delicious to the palette. There were slivers of dill tossed with olive oil and vinegar and other magical ingredients and raw zucchini never tasted better. The real star of my meal was the poached egg on top of an umami-filled grilled portobello mushroom (top right corner in the picture above) which was so perfect in its well done shell of white and viscous runny yolk.

The presentation was also such a delight, especially the desserts — there were TWO desserts; well, one was probably a palette cleanser, but it sure felt like a double hit since they came one after the other. I had some gorgeous FRESH lychee (if you find any in Tokyo they are most definitely canned) with guava sorbet and then a medley of seasonal fruit. I was full but not stuffed which was also a treat in itself. I kind of loathe meals that stuff you up to your eyeballs and eating the last few courses is actually more painful than pleasurable.

The last touch was a cute bowl of candy stamped with “merci” to pop into our mouths after we sipped on coffee and tea to round up our lunch. It was a two-and-a-half hour lunch that challenged our Japanese language skills to the max as our companions didn’t really speak English. That certainly kept me on my toes though I still shamelessly took photos, but hey, I just told them I blog about what I eat so they actually thought it was amusing.

And just because I was female, I was given a loaf of sweet bread to take home with me as part of their Lady’s Lunch Special. How lovely.
Highly recommended if you have a special occasion or just to treat yourself to a fancy lunch, though I suspect mere mortals do not have dinner at Joel Robuchon…