Well, my friends, this was it – the Last Lunch in Roppongi. Did I feel a bit like Jesus, surrounded by my disciples? No, not a bit. This is a repeat post, but it’s also a sad and special occasion.
It was decreed that our last lunch be a Burger. And it was subsequently put forth that said burger should be produced by our good friend Yoshi, previously reviewed in these, er, pages. It was further decreed that one of the team needed to finish by 1 PM in order to attend another lunch (last week in the office, all that), so we dutifully trundled off and got there at opening time.
Verily I say unto you, my friends, one of you betrayed me. And it was Yoshi. I had pleasant memories of the establishment from our first visit – juicy burger, tasty fries, pleasant atmosphere. On this day, the very specialness of the occasion forced us into dangerous territory: the Foie Gras Burger. (I like to think of it as the フォアーバー, but I have different preferences in this kind of thing). As a Y2500 burger, this pushes the bounds of good taste, but of course is conceptually exciting, a real special-occasion sort of meal, and a good deal cheaper here than at other restaurants that might attempt it.
Yoshi ended up with enormous, misshapen chunks of foie on each burger. I have never seen pieces as big as those that graced any of the 4 burgers at our table. The picture here is of the most regularly shaped piece. Think you’re looking at a beef patty? Uh-uh. Mine was like a quarter-lobe, which meant it had to be diassambled before eating. At the price, this is clearly a lot of foie, and the quality showed it. The burger itself was red in the center, too bad. The fries were today’s lowest point for me – dramatically uncooked and quite greasy.
At least it was memorable, and we said goodbye to Roppongi in appropriately decadent style. I’m having chest pains. On to Otemachi.