Kyotozuchi – Yonago/Tottori – Japan

March 19th, 2008

1-71 Kakubancho
Yonago-C, Tottori 68.3
Tel. 0859-22-3386
Credit Cards Accepted
Prices: Moderate

One of the highlights of a springtime visit to Southern Japan is the opportunity to taste tiny, transparent, freshwater whitefish and eat them while still alive as they squirm in a mixture of beaten egg and soy sauce. Quite curiously, while they put up a tremendous fight to resist being eaten, once into the mouth they stop movement immediately. They were able to survive swimming in the sauce for over ten minutes, slowly turning from transparent to a light red color as they absorbed the color of the liquid. The chance to indulge in this delight comes but once a year for a two week period as the fish spawn. I realize that this is not for everyone, as even some of the Japanese nationals in our party were repelled at the sight of the writhing mass.
Raw prawns were in the pink of condition and sweet to the taste and in the many tanks were turtles and Fugu (Balloon fish) along with a really unattractive shell called Akabe.
The thick and crispy Nori (dried seaweed) had a praiseworthy flavor and when wrapped around crab tomalley and sushi rice there could not have been a more admirable finish to this gastronomic dinner.

Kitchen 5 – Tokyo, Japan

March 18th, 2008

Nishi Azabu / Minami Aoyama
4-2-15 Nishi Azabu, Minato-ku
Tokyo 106-0031
(03)3409-8835
Hours:Tue-Sat 18:00-21:45
Prices: Moderate

What a “great find”. This tiny restaurant with unpainted plaster walls recreates dishes from around the world and displays them “tapas” style on a crowded wooden bar. The dining room has only one table that seats four, customers must queue for one of the twelve counter seats to become available. The room is illuminated by bare light bulbs hanging on ropes and a draped cloth hides the most undesirable aspects of the kitchen. Nearby, a stack of vendors receipts hang on a nail; an art form of sorts. Along one wall boxes of wine, sacks of onions and potatoes, ropes of chilies and spare utensils are heaped together along with customer’s coats and umbrellas. A rather attractive, dappled cat sits on this heap and preens itself when not occupied finding a comfortable spot to have a nap.
A refrigerated glass case holds some of the antipasti and the rest of the main dishes are spread onto platters that overlap one another on the large wooden counter top. Refrigeration is at a bare minimum, so upon closing it is a tedious ritual to transfer the remains into smaller containers so that they will fit the available space in the fridge.
Even such a grueling schedule has its rewards, as the tenacious owner, Mrs. Kobayashi, closes her tiny cafe and takes off twice a year to places unknown in order to gather new recipes for her waiting fans.
A Galette of Sardines and Frittata of Vegetables came off well, as did the Gigot d’Agneau (leg of lamb) properly rare. An infrequently seen, in these parts at least, Tagine (a type of meat, vegetables and fruit stew) rarely served outside the home in Morocco.
All these dishes are prepared in a space as small as a kitchen in a tenement apartment in New York City.