Home sweet home
No explanation necessary
The sirloin was delicious
RoppongiEwelina was down with urinary tract infection so we had to pay a visit to a Tokyo hospital. It turned out the owner/medical doctor once had a girlfriend in Stockholm so we got quite a hefty discount on the bill. A small world indeed.
Anyway. I (Toni) went out by myself last night to meet up with my Swedish friend Par and his colleague who were in town for a conference. We met in Roppongi to go to a Korean place for dinner. The Korean barbeque - the whole night for that sake - turned into some kind of David Lynch movie. Let me explain; It started out fine with sirloin and rib, but it turned out Par was in his most curious mood and started ordering cow heart. Cow hart got beaten by cow stomach.. The grand finale - which we thought was a big joke when we saw it written on the menu - was cow womb. Yes friends, a cow's womb. So how was it? Chewy and disgusting. Check out the photo above.
But things got even more bizarre when we got lost in one of the alleys in Roppongi. I turn around only to see a red Swedish timber cabin on the facade on one of the buildings. The sign above the wall said "Lilla Dalarna". We walk in, only to be greeted by three swedes, the scent of meatballs and mashed potatoes, and Dalahorses on the tables. How's that for coincidence...?
