And so it was when I and Christina attended the launch event of the new Mini Cooper S Countryman.  The event was really great, but there were a few things that made us go “Hmm….”

The new Minis sparkled like jewels under the powerful spotlights of the gargantuan, spotlessly clean hangar that housed the event.  The cars were accompanied by a display of private jets, which were supposed to complement the champagne taste and caviar dreams of the…errr… Mini crowd.  Hmm…  maybe the Mini owners invited to the event all have Roll-Royces as second cars.

At the far end of the hangar, event sponsor Jackson Triggs was offering attendees free glasses of wine.  Plus a bunch of beer companies were giving away generous cupfuls of their products.  Hors d’oeuvres were being served by racequeens walking the hangar floor.  Brand new cars, drinks that stain, and food that leave greasy fingers.  Hmm… the car cleaning crew is going to be really busy that night.

The Mini Countryman itself is great.  It has 4 doors, seats 4 adults comfortably, and offers a huge (for a Mini) trunk.  It comes in cool colours and some of the nicest looking wheels this side of a Ferrari.  Great car then, but can it still be called a Mini?  Hmm… Mid-i much better describes it.

But in spite of everything, this car works.  Despite it having attributes that goes against the spirit of the very name of the car, this is the most practical MINI yet.  For guys, the good news is that the car manages to ditch its cutesy looks for something more masculine:

It’s not a bad effort.  The size of the car doesn’t go with the name, but aside from that, all is well.

And as luck should have it, during our trip, Christina and I came across two things in Osaka that shouldn’t have worked, but did.  1.  Fine dining 2.  Food cooked on a big teppan less than three feet away from your clothes.  Usually, 1 + 2 does not equal 3.  In fact, given our subpar experience at the old Teppanyaki place on West Broadway, the name of which escapes me at this moment, we thought Teppanyaki was a pretty silly way to eat a meal.  Our Teppanyai experience in Vancouver included “Chefs” who cared more about performing stunts than cooking, fume hoods that blew rather than sucked, and clothes that wanted to jump off our bodies to escape the place halfway through dinner.  Yep, based on our experience, 1 + 2 = –10!

Yet luckily for us, at Chibo President, fine dining and cooking on the teppan went together just fine.

We came to Chibo President – located in the Daimaru Osaka buiding – to try their famous Wagyu set meals.  And what a meal it was.  Here’s a play by play:

We eyed the young chefs with some suspicion.  Did they have the skill and experience to cook our Wagyu properly?

A lovely starter of superbly tender beef brisket.  Flavourful too.  Hmm, this was cooked in the kitchen, and not on the teppan.  While eating our brisket, we were eyeing the chefs’ moves.  We wondered if we could choose our chef, since the young lady seemed to have much better skills than her young male colleague…

Some vegetarian plate.  Blech, not a fan.

We couldn’t decide if the main ingredient here was the nicely crusted pan-fried salmon or the ragu it was sitting on top of.  The salmon’s crispy outer crust was a perfect foil for the tender flaky meat right under.

Wahahaha.  So, the young lady chef, the one with the best moves, cooked the first of our Wagyu.  She sliced up the beef into cubes on the teppan, browned all sides, gave it a few flips with spatulas that looked liked paint scrapers, and served it.  

If you leave the Wagyu sitting on your tongue long enough, 1/2 of it will probably melt away.  It wasn’t as beefy as Prime beef, but the flavours from the fat was wonderfully sweet.  The smooth sweet unctuous texture more than made up for the slight loss of beefiness over prime North American beef.

Given what we were paying for the meal, we were getting disappointed at the miserly amount of beef that we were served.  I know Japanese portions are well controlled, but we were starting to get steamed about the seeming lack of value… until we saw our lady chef frying up another piece of Wagyu, plating it, and walking it our way…

More Wagyu goodness.  So good, so delicately flavourful that the dipping sauces weren’t needed.

After the beef came this pungent fried rice made with beef fat.  Thumbs up.  Way up.

Miso and palette cleansers to end the savory portion of the meal.

And then some really good Matcha.

Finally, a nice raspberry sorbet to round off the whole meal.

Chibo President.  In this case, 1 + 2 = 3.

It all started about a year ago when everything was normal and I was happy with regular wool sweaters as they are soft, comfy and warm.  One day, I stumbled upon a navy blue, crew neck cashmere sweater on sale at an unbeatable 75% discount.  With this discount, I knew I HAD TO buy it.

What I didn’t realize was since that day, my life was forever changed. Cashmere is one of those items that you think you don’t need until you start owing the first one. Yes, I’m using the word “need” and not “want”. You see, after I started wearing my first cashmere sweater, all of a sudden I found my wool cardigan feel itchy. When I put on my favorite turtleneck wool sweater, I realized it wasn’t keeping me warm. Like falling in love, my brain tells me my wool sweaters are just as good as they have always been, and yet my heart tells me the opposite. The cashmere sweater conquered my heart in the end – actually, I was addicted to it! I was wearing it everywhere – to work, to dinners, even to grocery shopping. One day, ET asked me “Is navy blue that popular this season?”

ET’s question made me realized I must do something about my addiction. I must do the most painful and difficult thing – make a choice. After thinking for a long, long time, I was able to come to a decision. From now on, CHRISTINA WILL BUY AS MANY CASHMERE SWEATERS AS SHE CAN AFFORD! Like someone who is working up to a breakup, I felt light and relieved after I decided.

Fast forward a year later: I was doing Christmas shopping early December on Robson St. and my eyes lit up as I walked by the Club Monaco store. For this season, almost every sweater in that store is made of cashmere! As excited as a child in a candy store, I browsed through the new collection with joy. As disappointed as a child told not to have candies, I was deterred by the price tags. Fear not, I told myself, the sweaters will go on sale over Christmas. And it did. In the week before Christmas, I just “happened” to walk by the store again (or at least that’s what I made ET believed). Some of the cashmere sweaters in the store were marked down by 40%. Most importantly, my sizes were still available in most colours! In 5 minutes, I bought…take a guess…no, not 1, not 2, not 5, yes, believe it, EIGHT SWEATERS! Half of them were cardigans while the rest were pullovers. I bought the same style in different colours – heather gray, oatmeal, pastel blue and salmon pink. All sweaters are in good quality but I especially appreciate the yarn used in the pullovers. The pullovers feel so thick in my hands and soft against my body. Since Christmas, I’ve been walking around in grey, oatmeal, light blue and pink in addition to navy blue

You might ask, did I over do it with my cashmere sweater purchase? Yes, perhaps a little. But I would counter with these reasons: the styles are so classic, the quality are so good and the prices are so affordable. Besides proving that Christina is a little crazy, this story also proves sometimes there is no logic when it comes to things, places or people whom you love. The only little problem though, is that over the years I’ve fall in love with many things and cashmere sweaters is only one of them. One day, I’ll share with you my confession on those items

For guys who think clothes shopping is just an unavoidable chore like toilet cleaning and stick to reading this post anyway: THANK YOU and you must be one of those guys who wait patiently outside of changing rooms playing with your iPhone or Blackberry! For girls who are not big on shopping but are reading these words anyway: THANK YOU as well and I envy the amount of cash you get to save over the years

Hi everyone, Happy New Year! Yup, this is Christina writing a blog post and yup, it’s been awhile since my last one. You see, I’ve become an extremely busy person in the last year. I’ve been busy with work/busy with cooking/busy with dinner parties/busy with shopping etc, etc, etc. No, all these are just excuses! The truth is: I have been darn lazy with blog writing.

One of the great things come with a New Year is it often forces you think about things that you do. I was watching TV a few nights ago and a TV Personality was making her New Year’s resolution. I thought her resolution was quite ambitious:

“By the end of 2011, I will make 1 billion US dollars.”

I don’t mean to be resolution-judgmental, but wow, what a big and shall I say, money-focused resolution? On the other hand, based on her increasing popularity, this resolution might not be unattainable for her.

What I really like was the fact that she announced her resolution publicly on TV. Her belief is if she tells everybody about her New Year’s resolution, she will be more disciplined or even under peer pressure to achieve it. Ding! This could work with me and blogging!

So here is Christina’s Resolution for the Year of 2011:

“In 2011, Christina will write at least one blog post every other week.”

Okay, maybe my resolution isn’t as grand as the TV Personality’s but hey, it’s a good way for me to get connected again with my readers. Since I’ve announced it to you all, from now on, I know I’ll be watched by someone out there to get this done. Otherwise, please feel free to call me a quitter through the blog or when you see me on the street eating and not blogging. Also guess what, I REALLY dislike being called a quitter online or on the street

I think that a truer and less ambitious statement is “you eat the things you can stand to look at”.  That’s why most people have no problems eating fish, chicken, pork, or beef – because it’s not hard to look at a fish, chicken, pig or cow and imagine yourself eating it.  But it becomes a lot harder when you start to look at other viable food types such as snakes, crocodiles, insects, rats, etc, doesn’t it?

In fact, even elongated fish, looking suspiciously like snakes, present challenges for some people.  For tourists, passing by a jellied eel stand in London and deciding to have a taste is like walking by a large-holed pencil sharpener and deciding to stick your finger in; you don’t do it, because you know the consequences wouldn’t be particularly pleasant.  The problem is jellied eels still look like eel, just chunked up.  And well, how’s that different than chunked up snakes in jelly?

The Japanese eat a lot of eel.  And they do so by making it look highly sophisticated and appetizing.  Like the below.  Who wouldn’t want to have a go at that?

  
And there’s no better place to eat unagi in Japan, since the eels are mostly caught in the seas of Japan.  Japanese eels have better texture and less bones, which makes for a much more pleasant eating experience than the Chinese eels more commonly seen in Vancouver.  The fantastic dishes above were eaten at this restaurant in the Osaka Daimaru on Shinshaibashi.

…and if I had to be honest, the reason we haven’t posted anything lately was because we had become pretty bored with the Vancouver food scene. Yes, we have heard all the superlatives.  Yes, we have heard that Vancouver has the most variety in the land when it comes to cuisine types.  Yes, we have heard that many a mom-and-pop from elsewhere have settled in Vancouver to grace us with their lovingly cooked food.  Yes, we have heard that Vancouver is home to the best Chinese food outside of China.  Yes, we have heard that Vancouver is the foodie paradise of North America.  And so on and so on…

Yet why then, are our experiences in many of the local restaurants so mediocre?  It’s not that the food is outright bad.  It’s more that we are hard pressed to find anything that particularly stands out in taste or service.  There may be a large number of restaurants here, but if you classify them across cuisine types, they all pretty much end up with the same items on their menus.  If I were playing a “what if” game, I would imagine that if When Harry Met Sally was filmed in a Vancouver restaurant, Meg Ryan would have faked an epileptic seizure instead of an orgasm, and the entire movie would have been a flop.  Such was the level of our jadedness.

I’ve developed a theory that I call The Shampoo Theory of Food.  You know how it is that if you use one particular brand of shampoo for a long time, it loses its effectiveness on your hair?  My theory is simply that if you spend too much time eating in one city, your tastebuds effectively loses their ability to taste anything.  So, per my theory, my wife and I would have to take a trip and eat meals in different places for our tastebuds to come right back to life.  And that’s what we did.

I have a friend who religiously travels to Japan for holidays every year, and I used to joke that he has probably been the single largest individual Canadian contributor to that country’s GDP over the last little while.  Turns out that I shouldn’t have laughed, since my wife and I have been bitten by the Japan bug as well.  For the second year in a row, Christina and I went to Japan, to Osaka (with side trips to Kyoto and Nagoya) this time.

Why?  Well, the people are unfailingly polite, even when clumsy gaijins are clueless about the lingo and have a tendency to drag huge luggage cases onto the trains, slowing them down.  Everything is clean and the trains are always on time. (I love trains!)

Honest non-haggle pricing.  That’s a big one.  I am not fond of places where I am expected to haggle when I want to buy something.  I never know how much to knock off – too little and I feel ripped off, too much and you get that mouth-agape, eyes-wide about-to-faint look from the vendor, “…wah, that is less than my cost, you want to bankrupt me ah?”  None of this nonsense in Japan.

Culture, and food culture, which has evolved over centuries. Much longer than Canada has been a nation.  Think about that for a second.  Takoyaki originated in Osaka, and this red devil chain is a popular vendor.

Beautiful Architecture, both new and old.

Interesting supersized neon.  C’mon, who doesn’t like this stuff?

A cool aquarium which our little penguin really enjoyed.

And did I mention the food?  Different food, food that will jump start our tastebuds and un-jade us.  Osakans are famous for living to eat, and eating central is right here in Dotonbori.

And of course, shopping.  Shopping central being Shinshaibashi.

Going back and reading through the entries on this blog, they could best be described as a collage of procedural articles on cooking or play-by-play descriptions of where and what we’ve eaten. And that is really quite different than how we had originally envisioned our posts to be. Christina had started this blog with the intention of sharing different out-of-the-ordinary experiences with other people. She wanted to not only describe the food, but also relate it to memories or experiences that others could identify with. This is of course easy to conceptualize but a lot harder to execute. Banging out post after post with “meaning” in relatively short order did not come easily or naturally, and we soon found ourselves falling into the habit of writing a diary about what we cooked and where we ate. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it just isn’t what we had started out to do.

Those of you who watch Top Gear will know who Jeremy Clarkson is. For those who don’t, Clarkson is an English television personality and auto journalist with a carefully cultivated polarizing personality. You either love to hate him or hate to love him. Mostly, it has to do with him being a right prat on occassion, which is pretty much in keeping with his act of being a 12-year old trapped in a 50-year-old 6′4″ body. He is also a bloody brilliant journalist. He is supposed to write about cars, but if you read his work, you will find that he does just about anything but. Most auto journalists follow a standard formula when writing an article – they describe the car, describe the features/options/prices, describe the drive, etc etc. It’s all very informative and very technical and chock full of information. In fact, it’s everything except entertaining. Clarkson on the other hand, couldn’t care less about any of the stuff the other journos get in a huff over. Sure, he might give a perfunctory description of the features in a car (usually in the context of something he finds silly), but what he mainly does is to write about the car against the backdrop of a larger, funnier metaphorical story. For instance, how could anybody relate poor eyesight to a Citroen C5? Clarkson can, nonsensical though it may be. We enjoy his humor (and studied insults) – take the following two paragraphs for example:

In two short paragraphs, he manages to slag off an English town and diss three cultures while making (rather effectively) a point about the car’s shape and quality. No, Clarkson’s not Hemingway. His articles are by no means the height of intellectually stimulating or thought-provoking writing. In fact, Clarkson’s articles are sometimes downright silly. But they are always good for a light, entertaining read.

That “entertaining” quality is something that we are working hard to capture in our future posts. No, we don’t have the comedic writing talent of Clarkson, but that’s no reason not to try. If our attempts don’t come off well, the only people suffering will be you, our readers! No skin off our backs really. Maybe it will work out, maybe it won’t, but we’re sure going to give it a whirl. Watch this space…

Christina & ET

Author: My Husband

After our pitstop at the fish market, we headed back to Sapporo Station to do some last minute shopping. Sapporo Station seems to be the nexus of the city, the one place from which all manner of products and services flow into Sapporo. Around Sapporo Station, there are multiple department stores, countless restaurants, massive foodhalls, eletronics stores, boutiques, and many other businesses. When visiting a place new to us, we always do some of our shopping at the local grocery stores. So that afternoon found us wandering the basement foodhalls and grocery stores at Sapporo Station looking for souvenirs to take home. There were several snack items that were way to tempting to pass up, and so we bought some to eat at the hotel that afternoon.

First, we have a cream puff from the Fruitscake Factory. I did a triple take when I first saw the name because it was so Cheesecake Factory like, even down to the type of font used. But instead of being a chain restaurant like the Cheesecake Factory, Fruitscake Factory is a chain of stores selling confections. Like this cream puff for example:

It’s very much like a Beard Papa cream puff; the outside of the puff was crispy and the cream filling was very smooth, pretty sweet, and had lots of vanilla seeds in it. When it comes to cream puffs in Japan, Beard Papa certainly isn’t the only game in town.

Then there were these grapes that we had read and heard so much about. A small bunch like this was approx. CAD $10, but despite the price, we had to try it. In HK where they import Japanese produce, these grapes were selling for 2.5 times the price in Sapporo.

Ever seen a bunch of grapes wrapped up like this?

Banish all thoughts of the taste of “regular” grapes when eating these. Each seedless grape is huge and exceedingly juicy. Biting into one releases grape juice that is so sweet it is almost unreal. And each grape releases a mouthful of juice that just fills your mouth with grapy goodness. Unbelievable. Definitely worth the $10.

For some reason, Baumkuchen is very popular in Sapporo. Not sure why as we thought it was a bit dry (though very buttery).

This is a German cake, made by painstakingly building up layers of batter over a horizontal rotating spindle. The size of most baumkuchen tend to be quite substantial (approx. the size of a 6” cake with a hole in the middle), but we bought a small piece just to try. It was too dry, but decent tastewise; it was buttery and not overly sweet.

We also bought a slice of Japanese cheesecake. The packaging was a joy to behold.

To ensure that the cake didn’t move around during transport, our server folded up some thin pieces of cardboard into circles to buttress the slice of cake. One cardboard circle was used to store a spoon, while the other for paper napkins. This is why we like to buy things in Japan.

This cheesecake was different than other Japanese cheesecakes we’ve had. It was very moist and the texture very smooth. And it is also richer – almost more creamy – than the versions we find in other parts of Asia or Vancouver. Christina loved this.

Finishing up these snacks back at our hotel constituted our fourth meal of the day. By this time, we weren’t sure we could have dinner, but I told Christina we should try to give it our best shot. After all, I’d really wanted to have some sushi before heading home. At 9pm that night, we walked out to Sapporo Station yet again, this time to an outlet of Sushi Zen. We’d been told that Sushi Zen serves some of the best sushi in Sapporo, and I was determined to try it.

Sushi Zen is located on the restaurant level of Sapporo station, and was empty save for one other table of customers by the time we got there. We chose to sit at the sushi bar so that we could see the itamae work. As there weren’t many customers that evening, we had the itamae all to ourselves. He was very friendly, spoke some English, and seemed genuinely pleased to converse with us. Unlike many Japanese restaurants that prep and serve the entire sushi order on one plate, the chef at Sushi Zen madeand served one piece of sushi at a time. And as we ate it, he would proceed to make the next piece.

Each nigiri would be placed on the rectangular ceramic platter on the counter. The chef would only begin making the next nigiri only after you have finished your previous piece.

It was a joy to see the itamae work. His practiced moves, economy of motion, and elegant knifework all came together like a masterfully choreographed dance, and his creations were truly mouth-watering. Our original plan was just to have a few pieces of sushi and then call it a night. But the food that was put out by the chef was just too difficult to resist, and we ended up having a much larger dinner than we’d intended. Honestly, I have no idea how we managed to put so much food away.

The attention to detail in preparing the nigiri was very impressive. For instance, the chef removed the ingredients that were used for each individual nigiri from the refrigerated case and allowed them warm up slightly before making the sushi. If the ingredients were too cold, the true flavors of the seafood would not come through. Also, the chef painted a layer of sauce on each of the nigiri before serving it, making it such that you don’t have to dip the sushi in soy yourself.

Here’s what we had:

Hotate (scallop). The chef painted a coat of sauce over top of this before setting it on our serving plate and told us that it wasn’t necessary to put more soy on it. The sweetness of the Hokkaido scallops were astounding, and it was so fresh there was a nice, pleasing crunch when you bit into it.

Hamachi (yellowtail). This fish was nicely fatty, had a nice crunchy texture, and had just the right amount of oilyness and sweetness. This was possibly the best fish we had that evening and we ordered two rounds these for each of us.

Hotaebi (sweet prawn). There’s raw prawn and then there’s this raw prawn. My goodness, it was so sweet, and the texture so wonderfully smooth that you would think you were eating butter. It never got to be too gummy even after chewing for a while, and we really enjoyed this.

Uni (sea urchin roe). The chef used a strainer to retrieve the uni from a water-filled container, and then allowed the uni to warm up/dry on a piece of cloth befor preparing the sushi. The nigiri, unlike the other ones, was placed on a plate, and some salt was carefully sprinkled over the uni, before being served. The chef specifically told us not to dip this in soy. WOW. Enough said.

Ikura (salmon roe). Ikura must’ve been in season – that’s the only explanation I have because we’ve never had such fantastic ikura. These ones were ruby red, clear, and sparkly. When they pop in your mouth, the liquid is fresh, briny, and has a nice slightly sweet finish. We’ve never had ikura like this anywhere else in the world. These were simply fantastic, and we had four orders between the two of us.

Otoro. OMG. Look at the marbling on this piece of fish. Looks almost like a slice of steak. Totally divine.

Kinki (a small red-colored rockfish). This fish is difficult to find outside of Japan, and even in Japan, is pretty expensive. A blowtorch is taken to the skin of the fish before it is served. The slightly charred skin, along with the fatty and soft-texture of the meat, really made for great eating. Despite its delicateness, this fish was pretty oily and rich – I can see why there is a demand for it despite the price.

Squilla (mantis shrimp). This is what the Cantonese call this 攋尿蝦. I usually really like mantis shrimp because it is much sweeter than a regular prawn, but when made as a nigiri, it didn’t do much for me.

Tamago (egg). Looks more like a cake than the regular tamago nigiri, don’t you think? It was our “dessert” nigiri, and as we understand it, is usually served last to round off the meal. Best tamago we’ve had btw.

I used to say that I’ve never eaten at a truly good sushi restaurant, so I didn’t know how Vancouver sushi stacked up. Well, I think it is safe to say that I have now eaten at a pretty good sushi restaurant, and I’m sad to say that nothing I’ve eaten in Vancouver (it should be noted I haven’t been to Tojo’s, and Ajisai is our current favourite) has approached the level of quality and taste of the food at Sushi Zen. And despite the multiple orders of some of the more expensive items, the bill was not unreasonable. It was the best and most memorable sushi meal we’ve had to date. We have every intention of coming back…

Next post, airline lounges and trip roundup.

Well, what is there to say? At least the waiter was a nice guy…

While meals are only one component of travel, they really illustrate the difference in mindset between work travel and leisure travel. Theoretically, there’s really no reason why one can’t eat as well when travelling on business vs leisure. A meal is a meal. At 7pm, find a restaurant, go, and eat. Easy peasy, no?

In practice however, one really never eats as well while on business, despite the expense account. Business trips are always very tight on time, filled with meetings that require extensive preparations. And because these meetings are always arranged in a just-in-time manner, that usually means preparations begin on the flight. And on the ground, late night calls are the norm, going over the numbers with the local team and discussing t’s & c’s with the global centers. And during the meetings, the politicking and maneuvering of negotiations is enough to drain one of the desire to do anything other than to head back to the hotel for a drink (or to the airport to catch a flight home…). Naturally, all these factors conspire to rob one of the appetite to eat a nice meal; your mental state is such that spending too long eating takes away from finishing up the work at hand. In fact, this is why many road warriors tend to eat very unhealthily.

Aside from the food, the work itself is usually challenging and ultimately satisfying. The feeling of winning is great – nothing feels better than giving a well-received presentation, or getting one’s way in negotiations, or coming away with a signed deal. But the eating suffers…

On vacation, hey, you’re always just waiting to your next meal. No meetings in the morning to prepare for, no late night phone calls to locales where phone connections are staticky, no colleagues asking why delivery timelines are so short, no senior executives asking if margins can be higher… in short, nothing to harsh one’s mellow!

On vacation, you pretty much have a great appetite all the time. This why when Christina and I are on holidays, we have the ability to eat things at a frequency that would make the pre-subway-diet Jared Fogle (remember him?) proud.

So, with the above preamble, we head back to Sapporo where we would begin every morning with a full breakfast. Japanese hotels do very nice breakfast buffets, with Japanese selections consisting of rice, various types of fish and meats, pickled salads, miso soup, etc. plus continental standbys such as fruits, dairy products, cereals, salads, etc. The milk, this being Sapporo, was particularly good. Hokkaido milk is truly some of the best we’ve had. (If you like your milk bland and tasteless, you might beg to differ)

On this particular day, after having breakfast, we had a pretty full itinerary ahead of us. In the morning, after breakfast, we took a public bus to the Sapporo Beer Museum. Those of you who have broken bread with me know that I like my beer, so no surprise that I would drag Christina out there. Now having spent a lot of time in Singapore, I thought I knew what clean was. But the Japanese really takes clean to the next level.

The window sills of the public bus we were on was dust free. The rest of the bus immaculately clean. And the bus driver couldn’t be a nicer chap, despite our language challenges. And that really is a microcosm of Sapporo society. Oh, interesting factoid – you don’t pay when you get on the bus, you pay before you get off.

And after a short ride, we arrived at the Beer Museum.

Sapporo beer is still brewed in Hokkaido, but outside the city. The beer museum, as we found out, was never really a brewery. It was originally a sugar mill.

The tour was self-guided, and frankly, not the most interesting one I’d been on. Having been taken on walking tours of commercial breweries in Asia, the Beer Museum was somewhat of a let down. The most interesting thing were the collection of Sapporo beer bottles through the ages, as well as the series of posters used to market the products from the 1800s to present day.

A small section of their poster wall.

The plan was to spend an hour or so here, and then head over to the Sapporo bier garten for a quick snack. We finished the tour in 30 minutes, but that didn’t stop us from heading over to the bier garten anyway.

A very rigid napkin

The place had a German vibe about it, but you don’t have to look too closely to see that it is Japanese. The place was large and very smoky – not from cigarettes, but from the all-you-can-eat BBQ lamb that they were serving.

My wife was still feeling pretty full from breakfast, so she wisely sat out this meal. Me? I got the following:

Sapporo doesn’t get much fresher than this – very close to the source. Just as I’ve had the best Heineken while in Amsterdam, I had the best Sapporo in Sapporo!

We also had lamb sausages with some pickled cabbage (not, it’s not quite sauerkraut) and Dijon mustard. The sausages were nice and greasy, a little sweet on the palette, and pleasingly gamey.

The star almost reminds one of Heineken.

Snack eaten, we bade the beer museum farewell and made our way to the fish market. On this short journey, we got to see more of Sapporo’s public transit system, which was clean, efficient, and unexpectedly inexpensive. The subway ticketing systems were very intuitive and exceedingly user-friendly, so much so that we got the hang of it within 30 seconds. The subway trains pull into the station at breakneck speeds, like so:

Subway train arriving at the station. Note the half-height safety barriers – the trains stop in such a way that their doors are aligned with the safety barrier doors.

The train interiors are spotlessly clean. Also, the Sapporo subway trains have cloth upholstered seats, which are comfy and impossibly clean. How do they keep it so?

We made two train transfers and then got off at a station that was on the outskirts of downtown. This place was a bit more industrial, yet no less clean. It was a little bit of a walk to the fish market, which isn’t really one large market. Rather, it’s a street where seafood vendors have set up shop, with quite a few vendors vying for the shoppers’ seafood dollars. We got there a little late, and many of the businesses were already washing up, preparing to shut down for the day. However, there were one or two large stores, obviously well-prepared to handle tourists, that were still going full-tilt.

A cute little pickup used for delivery. In the background, you can see the colorful signs of the seafood vendors.

We walked into one of the larger seafood stores and gawked at the impressive variety of seafood on offer. One of the fishmongers walked up to us and starting speaking in rapid-fire Japanese. We smiled at him politely, patiently waiting for him to come to the realization that we didn’t speak the language. But he was a loquacious one, and kept on gabbing away. And then, all of a sudden, he realized we weren’t responding, which was when he started laughing, shaking his head, and asked what could only be “Oh, you don’t speak Nihongo?” in Japanese.

And then he put his arms around my shoulders, starts pointing at my wife and begins with his rapid-fire speech again. He was nodding, making the thumbs-up sign, and I caught the words “Nihonjin” quite a few times. I think he was saying my wife looks Japanese (it’s not the first time we’ve heard that). And then he gave me a friendly slap on the arms, and with more thumbs-up in Christina’s direction, gives me the universal “You lucky dog” smile that men the world over all understand. Who said the Japanese are reserved?

There was a restaurant attached to that store, which we recognized from one of the TVB food programs that we’d watched. One of the walls was covered with testimonials from previous visitors, and we recognized one from Leung Man To. Well, with references like that, how could we not eat our third meal of the day there?

Spartan but clean surroundings. The wall with the tuna drawing was covered with testimonials from previous “famous” visitors.

One side of the picture menu. Prices here weren’t cheap.

The other side of the menu.

Self-serve tea and eating utensils.

And here’s what we ordered.

A chirashi bowl with ika (squid), amaebi (prawn), maguro (tuna), awabi (abalone), uni (sea urchin roe) and ikura (salmon roe). This was AWESOME. I don’t know how we ate it all up, but we did. Everything was good, but ikura was a revelation. The ikura we get in Vancouver is a bit cloudy, but the ones in Sapporo were ruby red and very clear. And in your mouth, each globule pops and releases a burst of fresh, rich, salty goodness with a slightly sweet finish. Nothing I’ve eaten outside of Sapporo have tasted this good.

After our third meal of the day, we walked around the store contemplating buying some seafood to eat back at the hotel. Here’s some of the items on sale at the store:

King crab legs

Air dried fish

Fish roe

Uni. I think Uni wasn’t in season yet, for the roe was pretty small in size.

Hokkaido hairy crab

Spiny king crab

Queen crab

King crab. Mmmm… King crab. All packed for travel and ready to go.

The friendly Japanese guy snapped a couple of photos of us, and we were on our way. Some of you might know that I’m a huge car nut, so I took several photos of cars that I found interesting.

For instance, in Japan, this Legend is properly labeled a Honda. “Acura” is a brand made-up purely for the North American market. What’s wrong with calling a Honda a Honda?

In a land where small cars are the norm, it’s always hilarious to see something like this Chevy Suburban. All blinged up with 22 inch chromed rims too…

Next post, snacks and the best sushi we’ve had to date. Keep watching this space…

Author: My Husband

…are here again. Although it was frustrating having to upgrade Wordpress on Saturday night, this new version is much more user-friendly and responsive than the one we’d been using.

Blue skies are literally here – in Toronto at least. Couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day; too bad I spent most of it in a boardroom.

Today was the first day in a long time I wore a tie to work. Suits and blazers are pretty common in my line of work, but ties are not. It has been such a long time since I’ve had to put on a tie that I don’t have many shirts where I could do up the collar button anymore; good thing then that I did a dry run at home when I was packing, or I would have shown up wearing something with a collar that would have slowly strangled me. As soon as the meetings were over, I schlepped back to the hotel for my standard sweater/jeans before wandering out to discover a place for dinner.

For a city the size of Toronto, you would think the downtown south of Queen St would be home to some restaurants. But strangely enough, I didn’t run across all that many on my walk. And those that I did run across were closed! Very puzzling, this. My walk took me from Queen St W to Front St E, and just as I was about give up and turn back, I saw this place called The Sultan’s Tent. It’s better than nothing, and I really didn’t feel like walking up to Bloor, so I went in.

Here’s what I had.

Maftoul. It’s deep fried pastry rolls (sorta like Chinese spring rolls, but not as crisp) filled with a mixture of mildly spiced beef, nuts, and raisins. The filling was nicely spicy and quite satisfying, but the pastry was more chewy than crisp.

Beef short rib with Moroccan spices (quite a but of cumin). The meat was not as tender as I’d hoped, but the demi-glace that it was finished with was quite good.

Dried and candied fruits for dessert. There were some figs stuffed with bits of crunchy nuts, which made for a good textural contrast. Then there were some chocolate dipped apricots, which were very hard to the bite. I probably would have done better in going for the creme brulee instead…

All in all, it was a quite-tasty but not-very-memorable meal. I’m sure there are much better places in downtown Toronto; the trick is to find some that are still open after 8pm.

No, this post isn’t about the fish market in Sapporo, but I just wanted to do a quick one just to break this new Wordpress blog in. Next post – the fish market in Sapporo!

Since I don’t have a lot of time at the moment to make comprehensive fixes, I just upgraded Wordpress to the latest – and supposedly most secure – version. I’ll be in Toronto next week, but hopefully, I’ll find some time in the next few days to improve the look-and-feel of the site.

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