Tofu Versus Sausage
Monday, 24 November 2008 by Dr Maytel
We're nearly at the end of recounting meals eaten in New York. So hold tight. WD50 is the last on the list I think, but I'm leaving the interpretation of that astonishing meal to Hock.
So...a night out close to our last days in New York.
My restaurant of choice was Kyotofu.
I had read about it somewhere and thought rhetorically, what's not to like? I like tofu, I like sake.
It was my choice given that I had willingly sacrificed all my hard work at the gym to follow Hock on his burger/ pizza tour of NYC. And despite the fact that we were leaving to Tokyo within a matter of hours, I felt my digestion system couldn't wait for healthy pan-Asian treats.
We arrived and ordered a sample plate of the mains on offer and a sake sampler.
And a large quivering mass of tofu.
We then ordered a huge bottle of sake and silliness and hunger ensued.
The sampler and tofu weren't enough for four people so we decided to order extra of the samples which everyone liked. Unexpectedly, it wasn't tofu.
At this point tofu ceased to suffice as a drinking snack. We gave up and ordered full portions of the sausages and eel.
My stomach groaned. I'd promised it tofu and spring water and instead showered it with sausages and sake.
Things only got worse after an outrageous kareoke evening, and a taco truck on the upper west side at 2 am.
My digestive system and I are slowly regaining trust in one another, but its a relationship that may take some time to mend
So...a night out close to our last days in New York.
My restaurant of choice was Kyotofu.
I had read about it somewhere and thought rhetorically, what's not to like? I like tofu, I like sake.
It was my choice given that I had willingly sacrificed all my hard work at the gym to follow Hock on his burger/ pizza tour of NYC. And despite the fact that we were leaving to Tokyo within a matter of hours, I felt my digestion system couldn't wait for healthy pan-Asian treats.
We arrived and ordered a sample plate of the mains on offer and a sake sampler.
And a large quivering mass of tofu.
We then ordered a huge bottle of sake and silliness and hunger ensued.
The sampler and tofu weren't enough for four people so we decided to order extra of the samples which everyone liked. Unexpectedly, it wasn't tofu.
At this point tofu ceased to suffice as a drinking snack. We gave up and ordered full portions of the sausages and eel.
My stomach groaned. I'd promised it tofu and spring water and instead showered it with sausages and sake.
Things only got worse after an outrageous kareoke evening, and a taco truck on the upper west side at 2 am.
My digestive system and I are slowly regaining trust in one another, but its a relationship that may take some time to mend
