Penny has been bugging me to try other Japanese places. The general thinking is that since Sushi Ten being the only place she’d ever really been to, she wanted to make sure it was really good stuff. And I agree with her, in theory, at least.
So, last week we hit Takamatsu. It has ads on tv and has apparently won awards. It’s in a nice building in a good location in town. I got their beef curry and she got their chicken katsu. I wasn’t feeling like sushi at the time and, for some reason, neither was she.
She is now pennitent for her infidelity.
The curry was completely uninspired and contained more peas and carrots than it did beef – or even potatoes. Oh, and it was expensive too, and not that large of a plate. The katsu was actually quite good, they did, however, label it as ‘chicken tonkatsu’ on the menu. For those of you just tuning in: 豚 (ton) – pork, カツ (katsu) – cutlet. This was my first clue that something was wrong.
Actually, it was my second clue. The first clue was that there was a sign posted on the door in all three of Chinese, Korean, and Japanese – with the Japanese last. Sitting in down in the back room of the place, near the bright and shiny sushi bar, we were given menus that contained one short page of Japanese food and four pages of Korean.
My third clue was that I did not see a single Japanese in the place with the possible exception of the sushi chef. The majority of the staff was asian, but I am assuming that they were Korean (probably not Chinese). I know I didn’t hear a word of Japanese and didn’t recognize any Chinese, so I assume what they were speaking was Korean
Fourth, the prices were fairly steep, and while the presentation on Penny’s katsu was really quite good (they cut an orange such that it looked like a bird’s wings), the overall expense was more than half again what I would have expected to pay for the quality. The clientele was mostly young white folks who seemed to expect to pay that much for their food.
All in all… I give them points for the chicken. And that’s about it. They gave me a carafe of Sprite to pour myself refills – not in order to convenience me, but so the underworked wait staff could sit around and chat. I might be convinced to go back there some day when I feel like eating only sushi… but otherwise we will probably be sticking with the much cozier place where the girls noticed when Penny got her hair dyed.