A lazy morning recovering from middle aged sibling reminiscences and boding in the wee hours, followed by an equally leisurely lunch encouraging Serena and Rafa in their mastery at Roland Garros. It is unanimously decided that such an effort is worthy of reward, and DDM, CEO, MD, GM, AM, PM deems Abeno a suitable destination after due consideration. The fact that he has their number on speed dial does not influence his judgement one iota.
Salty edamame, tiger prawn and asparagus gyoza, buta shoga-yaki (friend pork with ginger), spicy naniwa okonomiyaki (pork, kimchi and chilli) and this time, the usual teppan abandoned for the allure of the egg being topped off with great artistry at the table next to ours, a tonpei-yaki as our investigations reveal (more commonly known as bacon in a sophisticated envelope of egg, although the Big Boss insists it tastes completely different...!), before a teasing meander towards Häagen Dazs.
Soft, creamy Belgian chocolate coyly peeks through a hard shell of dark chocolate, surrounded by ripe strawberries and brash raspberries. A match made in calorie heaven. I indulge guilt free as ever, but with the promise of walking home... 40 minutes, 2.8 miles, 1 shower later, the luscious texture lingers on my tongue. I might be squeaky clean, but my thoughts are absolutely filthy!
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