The kind of place where you keep saying “Dude. Dude! DUDE!” every 5 minutes with your mouth full of salad / pizza / dessert.
(P.S. Specials are truly special. Cash only. And get there early.)
Which is my least favourite part about eating at Kappou Gomi.
Finally made it out there after a year of psyching myself up (and then forgetting) about it.
Whatever you’re expecting, it’s not that. But you can probably expect the following:
- They use REAL wasabi. I’ve never had real wasabi until I went to Kappou Gomi. I cried, for many reasons.
- I ate the best grilled fish I’ve ever had. And I hate grilled fish. Absolutely despise it. Whenever my mother told me we were having grilled fish for dinner I would stay back in the office and eat instant noodles.
- OCHAZUKE. Nothing fancy, but super delicious and equally uncommon at Japanese restaurants.
- GRILLED MOCHI. It’s like those Japanese rice crackers except IT WILL MAKE YOU CRY.
So basically, you can expect to cry a lot (or maybe that’s just me).
