Son of

I finally managed to score a reservation at Ko, albeit on a federal holiday, but hey, I still got to eat, right?

So what was it like? Was it worth the time & effort to gain admittance to the temple? Of course it was…although with this big a buildup, even a Bacchanalian feast would be a let down. Okay, cut to the chase, what did I have?

Among other more pedestrian ingredients, ther was bacon dashi, duck breast, pickled strawberries, pepperonchini broth, corn raviolis with chorizo, Riesling glacis, buttermilk & white miso sauce with poppies, and if I understood correctly, an English muffin toped with whipped pork fat.

It was such a swirl of ingredients, tastes, textures, presentations, not to mention a paired wine, beer and sake, that without taking notes, it is hard to know what was real, and what was an illusion (cue the Moody Blues). I guess I should have taken notes, taken pictures, stayed sober…but I didn’t, so you will just have to take my word, use you imagination, or just get clicking at 10:00:00 AM every morning for a few months to see for yourself.

And I am thinking maybe I should start again & get a jump on that holiday rush…..