On the way back from Enoshima, we did the touristy thing and took the Enoden, the small, old, electric train that meanders carefully through a series of cute neighborhoods between Fujisaki and Kamakura. (Incidentally, I don’t recommend taking it to get to Enoshima. We got off the main train line at Fujisaki, as close as possible to Enoshima and only 3 stops by the Enoden. There were several hundred people waiting in line outside the station, and I have no idea how far the line stretched once inside – because we took a cab. Less scenic, but at least an hour faster and less than $10 more expensive. Consider it.) On the way back the train was fairly packed with our fellow returning tourists, most of whom got on at Enoshima.
Back in Kamakura, we took a fortuitous wrong turn in trying to find the ‘ginza’ street, which parallels the main road. There’s a similar street on the other side of the station, where you get off the enoden, but in fact it’s more charming as opposed to purely touristy. There’s a series of pleasant homewares and clothing shops, a nice bakery, and a few good-looking restaurants. We passed Le Point Ouest early on, then realized 90 minutes later at dinner time that we hadn’t seen anything more appealing, and called them to take the last table.
Of course, there are only three tables, so it felt a bit lucky on a holiday weekend like this. This nice counter has 6 seats if pushed. The decor is like this – some Frenchy and bistroific touches, but in a hurried way that feels applied rather than some other adjective. Still, much more interested in the food…Kuroki spent two years cooking in Paris and came back with some good techniques and a small goatee.
The facial hair lets him make bold dishes like this terrine-two-ways – it’s nice that you don’t have to choose between country terrine and liver mousse. Both were good – the terrine in particular had a lot of liver in it and was nicely-formed. I dislike it when they’re dry. His pickles (back left) were a bit to sweet for me, but not offensive.
We made a brief detour in the search for excellent sweetbreads, but this year’s quest does not end on this plate. In a mushroom and onion sautee, these were good but still a bit gummy and not as precisely fried as the ones in my dreams. Still, as long as my cholesterol continues to be OK, the quest will continue.