No Tomatoes

It isn’t quite Yuki’s birthday –that’s next week –but we were celebrating anyway. That required a table big enough for ten and cheap food, so presumably entering ‘big cheap’ into Google, Satomi eventually found [], perhaps listed just after McDonald’s. Aptly, it is cited right next to the Arches near Bunkamura, Shibuya. Vividly, we were given red peppers absolutely swarming a few kernels of pork like scarlet ants on a sugar lump. At first I thought it was okay, but moments later I was gasping only to find no water on the table. Everything else stumbled clumsily onto the table from the adjacent kitchen in a drunken parade of mediocrity. The prawns tasted like wet dust and the beef more jerky than tenderloin –a lesson in greed and using search engines to find restaurants. The Chinese sake, however, was refreshing, like a plummy sherry poured over bark to lend sullen woodiness. More importantly Yuki was absolutely thrilled with her headphones, and it was good turn-out for her party, but perhaps its time someone relieved Gootomi of duty.