Geisai 11 post dinner Hishinuma

That's me and the main man, Takashi Murakami outside of Hishinuma. It has the infamous Michelin rating of two stars. Not bad since not too many get stars period. Two stars means you're pretty good, and this place is decent. Yet it could have been better. I got there early. Not too early, but early enough. The head waiter, perhaps manager could have been cooler. He even ran as if 1) he had a turd in his pants - yes, I saw him run to the toilet 2) he also for some reason ran with one hand up almost like a raised hand. Maybe he had a turd in his hand instead. 3) Maybe it was because I wasn't wearing a suit that he didn't seem to give two shits about me, but in my life, I realize, that clothing means nothing. Look how Takashi's dressed! Even though that's probably a couture t-shirt with a inside print, and the shorts are probably high end with silk lining, the sneaks could be Visvim, a casual observer might think he spend $10 on it (and I kid you not, maybe he did). Takashi's the main man. Always has been. When you really don't need to care about what others think, then you're in great shape. He's probably there in that category, even though I'm sure he cares. He's an artist.

A special celebration with pop star Ken Chu (Zhu Xiaotian) and Takashi Murakami. Who let McCain in?

Tofu with uni and a tiny drop of wasabi. The tofu was handmade, with a texture that you'll never see unless you try this.

That's the menu. It's long in explanation, but simple in execution. This looks like a mouthful, but really, it's just a guide.

Sorry the pic on this went mad. Under the leaves is fish, some edamame, yuku with ikura, and some vegetables. 




Can you say Matsutake? Matsutake is not a pitcher on a baseball team, but if you had to buy it,  you'd think he is.