Here it is.
Set on having Fugu, Shanks keenly asked Chris (a friend of Hannah's, living and studying in Tokyo) if we could go. I was keen! I was already eating my way around the world. Bring me fugu!
Chris had been to this restaurant in Shinjuku before for fugu, so he took us there. Unfortunately I have no idea where it is but I could maybe navigate there. We slipped off our shoes into the cute japanese shoe lockers and waddled our way over a bridge and indoor pond, to our area, imagine a japanese latticed sectioned off area with a low table and cusions. It was very nice.
Leaving it in the hands of Chris and Hannah we had a sumptuous feast, unfortunately no fugu. I know I should be able to tell you what we had, but my eating efforts in Tokyo are a bit of a blurr. There was some sushi, some hot dishes, squid, all excellent. But the thing which has stuck in the mind the most was the raw horse, or Basashi. Something to remember don't you think?
It came exactly as pictured, sliced thin on a platter decorated with garnish. Texturally it is what you would imagine eating raw sliced beef to be like (if you haven't done so before), but horse lacks flavour. Also I believe we had "Old Horse" as it was tough and chewy.
The strange thing about horse was that on chewing it felt juicy but it really wasn't.
I'd much rather have otoro or ika! Ika Nigri's texture is unlike anything else. It's rubbery like calamari (it's squid) but there's an element of gummyness. You'd struggle to determine what you were eating if you weren't told.
Raw Horse
Raw Horse General Rating: **
Repeat Visit: *