Some things in life are just impossible to have too much of. Hugs, for example, I could have all day every day, but that “work” thing, it gets in the way.  Japanese food, especially good Japanese food is another example. I could eat that all day every day too, but again work gets in the way.

Lucky for me, there are those “after hours” hours, when work is put aside and whims are satisfied to within an inch of my life. I get hugs and I get food and damned if I can’t have them both at the same time.

Damned indeed.

But sometimes, I turn my selfishness down a notch and sacrifice one for the other. Lately, it seems I’ve been sacrificing hugs for good Japanese grub what with hitting Izaka-ya by Katsu-ya with the gorgeous LA ladies, and more recently, a new year tweat-up reunion at Roka Restaurant, back in London-town.

I’ve been dying to go back to Roka ever since the last time I went where I grovelled for someone, anyone, to take me back again with them. I really wasn’t being fussy. Because Roka is good.

Roka is damn good.

And I was so pleased this time to share it my four favourite foodpals.

So without much further ado, let’s get into the food, because really, that’s what we’re all here for.

We skipped Roka‘s tasting menu offers (£50 or £75) and opted for a la carte for no other reason except that we wanted more dishes to take photos of. Seriously. We are food bloggers afterall.

Kicking off the night was the avocado maki, which is just avocado maki in the end but still, not bad. It was paired though with tuna tempura roll, which despite also effectively being just a tuna maki battered and fried, tasted uniquely delicious and the little piece of sour I-can’t-remember-what in the middle gave it an edge which totally differentiated it from just another maki roll.

Two thumbs up, we’re off to a good start.

Following the maki rolls, the ante was bumped up a notch with the raw food, and at a good Japanese venue, raw food is where it’s at.

We had the butterfish carpaccio which tastes exactly how it sounds. Butter. Fish. Smooth. Silky. Soft. The description is sounding much like my orgasmic recount of  toro from my last post, and while they’re different (toro is velvet where as this is silk) they both rocked my epicurean world.

The tuna tartar came out with an itsy bitsy quail egg and while this was a profoundly difficult dish to share (1. take a spoon 2. scoop some tartar 3. now drip some quail egg on it but wait! don’t take too much!) we managed and once again, superfine tuna tartar, topped with raw egg and a sprinkling of sevruga caviar.

Ooh la la, mamacita.

After the “raw stuff”, we started on the “cooked stuff”, including grilled asparagus off the robata, rice hot pot with mushrooms, and the trusty gyoza.

These dishes were all good. Maybe not you know, I’d sacrifice my first born kind of good but remember, I did sacrifice hugs for it, and I would do it again.

We ordered a bunch of stuff off the robata menu, starting with the baby back ribs which if you held a gun to my head, or ok maybe just if you asked me very nicely which was my least favourite dish of the night? I would discretely point in its direction.

It looked good. And believe me, it smelled great. But rightly or wrongly I’ve come to expect baby back ribs to be cooked so well that meat just falls off with a gentle prod, but sadly the meat here was a little tough, a little dry and dare I offer my completely unsubstantiated insight, probably a little over cooked.

But never mind, there were other dishes and there were saviours.

The smoked duck, lean as duck breast can possibly be, was grilled to medium rare perfection and paired with, again I forget what, but something tangy (I want to say tangerine but what I want to say is often embarrassingly incorrect) ~ whatever, it worked.

But as good as the duck was, it wasn’t my favourite dish. Dude, it wasn’t even my second favourite dish.

The runner up prize goes to the grilled scallops with ponzu; poked by individual bamboo sticks, we nicknamed them scallop pops. Cos we’re funny like that.

And the winner for the night? The goddamn mutha-effin’ lamb cutlets (when a dish is this good, you can cuss all you like, your ticket to fairy floss heaven is secured by the mere fact that you even touched these chops, let alone digest one. Or two. I mean really, two. You’re a god).

Oh and it’s served with a peanut coated cucumber jenga tower. Totally awesome.

As if I hadn’t already been swept away by the deliciousness, I now bid my former self adieu as I move into a realm not yet uncovered ~ Roka desserts. Holy heck, I’m excited.

Last time we skipped dessert because my friend Helen and I had baked some stuff at home. Now, please excuse the French but fruck me, I gave up Roka desserts for my own dessert?? REALLY? And no one stopped me? You guys are all whack.

Anyway, this time, I knew better.

We ordered five separate desserts, every one tasty and insanely beautiful in their own right.

The peanut, vanilla & chocolate tsubo, a pot of rich dark chocolate paired with poki sticks *too cute*.

The mango & almond cake, a warm pudding paired with miso ice cream and an ever picturesque slice of dried radish.

The mango & passionfruit tomago, my pick (and proudly so), a fascinating snowball of coconut ice cream encasing a rich mango syrup which oozes out like a sweet lava.

The sobacha creme brulee, seemingly the plainest choice of dessert but the texture? More like a freshly baked egg tart, the creme a delicate concoction of egg  custard.

And lastly but so very not leastly, the chocolate & matcha pudding, again appearing ever so ordinary but look at the insides. Slimer. Baked.

Anyway, I’m done with sacrificing hugs for Japanese food. This weekend I’m bringing my selfish back and going on a date with my man at none other than Dinings restaurant. Oh yes, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that post about vampires and wagyu beef.

Hugs and good Japanese. This is the life.

Roka Restaurant
37 Charlotte Street
London, W1T 1RR
0207 580 6464

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16 Thoughts on “too much good Japanese is a good thing: tweat-up reunion @ Roka Restaurant, London

  1. Am so with you on Japanese food in general and Roka in particular. It’s been too long since I went and I live 10 minutes down the road from it!!

    Great post and lush photos, am drooling as I contemplate my Heinz tomato soup for lunch. *sigh*

  2. I ate raw fish, I think that says it all really.
    *and it was sharon fruit and kumquats with the duck 🙂 *

  3. scandilicious: I know right, I can never ever get sick of good Japanese food. Have you been to Dinings? If not you really have to go!

    tehbus: you DID! I’m very proud of you. So proud in fact that I won’t bug you about achovies for… a couple of days. And sharon fruit? What is that? But thank you! I totally forgot half the stuff that we ate 😀

  4. Okay, so now i’m drooling. First Eastside Inn Bistro, now i really want to go to Roka, about which i have heard (and now seen) nothing but good things. But i will have to wait till after Feb payday to go here. Boo.

    Agree with you about Japanese food – have you tried Saki just behind Smithfields? Beautiful, delicate and very very tasty food. They do a mean Yamazaki and yuzu cocktail too.

  5. Sharon fruit = kaki fruit = persimmon.

    Sounds awesome. I’ve not been to either Roka nor Dinings although they’re both on my wife’s to-eat list. How much did this meal cost if you don’t mind me asking?

  6. Grubworm: Yeah haha sorry for helping you spend your hard earned wages 🙂 And yep, I have been to Saki before I thought it was ok but somehow didn’t quite stick in my mind like Roka does. I had matcha tiramisu there!

    Wild Boar: persimmon? really? Wow I learn something new everyday! Our, meal – there were five of us, we ordered 11 dishes and 5 dessert and shared some sake, came to £48pp including service. Not bad considering the tasting menu starts at £50 without drinks or service!

  7. Charmaine on February 5, 2010 at 11:19 pm said:

    BUTTER. FISH. Says it all! And I forgot that you skipped desserts last time…. crazy girl. Don’t ever do that again 😉

    Your picture of the matcha and chocolate pudding came out stunning – mine was just dark green goo.

  8. LOL at the way you ordered. Of course! That means more to taste and more to photograph! 😛

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  10. Seriously pretty food. I would love to go here.

  11. That looks just so delicious and your photos just keep getting better, Catty.

  12. Charmaine: I know right? I’ve learnt from my mistakes. Roka desserts were fantastic – both to the eyes and belly! 🙂

    Lorraine: well, what’s the point of having five of the same dishes, no? 😉

    Sarah: and it would be oh so worth it! Definitely make a date!

    Greedy Diva: thanks so much *blush*

  13. Wow, looks seriously delicious… thanks Cat 🙂

  14. Hey Mark, long time! and *thank you*. What happened to Mark’n’Chi? 😉

  15. thx for sharing this!

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