tetsuya says: blog

on friday night i had what is sure to remain the ultimate gastronomic experience of my lifetime.

i went here.

with this lot.

and ate all this.

we all got swanked up for the occasion and i believe that we were the best looking table in the entire classy joint. we were also the only table with members under 40. and boy did the usually snooty waitstaff love our fun-lovin' ways and witty banter. and when i say "fun-lovin' ways" i mean drunken loudness. and when i say "witty banter" i mean dirty smutty talk.

after a 10 course degustation meal with an optional 11th course of oysters, several bottles of fine wine and a few extra glasses for good measure, the bill came to something in the vicinity of grand theft auto. several people have asked me since if i think it was worth it. thats easy to answer. here's why:

the food

culinary origami. each dish was crafted with love and style and tradition and wisdom, and every mouthful was a new taste sensation. this was food of the gods and the gods sure know how to eat. blue cheese ice cream. BLUE CHEESE ICE CREAM! i am joining the cult of tetsuya and am willing to do anything for his love. if tetsuya says jump, i will get boud to take a photo of me jumping.

the folk

i could not think of 3 better (or hotter) people to share such an experience with. one old, dear friend who made me cry with his words on friday and two people who have brought me more joy and shown me more kindness than i could ever possibly deserve. i want to make babies with them. all of them. at the same time. now.

the feelings

i sound like a raging tree-hugger when i talk about the torrent of emotions i engaged with throughout the meal, but it is all true. i think it was the combination of good food, great company, and grand settings that made us all a little loopy. with each dish came a new mood. the oysters made us happy. the tasting plate of tuna, trevally and corn soup made us horny (like really, really horny). the confit of ocean trout made us weepy. and then grilled wagyu beef made us happy again and the whole cycle started again. i haven't experienced such a rollercoaster of emotions since 'a very brady reunion' (i laughed, i cried, i slit my wrists).

i have no doubt that the craziness that ensued over the course of the weekend was a direct result of the 72-hour euphoric high produced by this meal. and by "craziness" i mean PASH PARTY! i tongue-kissed my good friend alice, i pashed him, i pashed her, i snogged her, i licked some of them, i groped one of them, and i told him that i'm not at all desperate to make the sex with him but that i'm not totally against the idea either.

for a detailed description (with pictures) of this new craze sweeping the tongues of the nation, and advice on how to become involved, go here. for the chutzpah to start your own pash party, go here.

so was it worth it?

fucking oath it was.

tetsuya says: stop blogging now.