Based on the title of this post, you’d expect me to have a photo of said wagyu up top, wouldn’t you? And honestly, I totally would have but try as I might, I could not get a decent shot of the wagyu. Granted it was preeeeetty dark in Rockpool Bar & Grill, I still managed to get semi-decent shots of everything else, but when it came to the wagyu, I couldn’t stop shaking from sheer excitement and so all the photos turned out blurry.

But hey, it tasted awesome! (and I do share a photo further down in the post)…

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Saturday was a bit of a crappy day. It started off well with a mammoth sleep in until about 11am, but it all started turning pear-shaped when I got a hankering for a good bowl of har mee (Malaysian prawn noodles). I’d heard that Shiok in Chinatown’s Eating World did a good one, so I got up and headed out on a mission.

Apparently, everyone else was also going to Chinatown.

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It all started five years ago. Our eyes met over a steaming dish of pad thai… ok I lie, that would be all too convenient, wouldn’t it? I have in my head various versions of how “it all started”. I mean, I’ve known Panu for years, we worked at the same company but it didn’t “all start” when we first met. Truthfully? I thought he was totally weird when we first met, but that’s a whole nother story.

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We don’t often go to Kobe Jones. It is what everybody says it is; it’s over priced, the service is meh and oh, but if you’re a “legs” guy, it’s probably worth your while to go, just to check out the girls they put up front to meet and greet guests. Wowza.

But once in a while, we do go to Kobe Jones for one reason and one reason only. (Although, after this visit, we now have two reasons to go, but that kinda ruins the flow of my story). The volcano roll. And for $39 for eight pieces of sushi, you’d better believe that it’s fucking mind blowing.

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No, I haven’t been to Porteño. I know I’m missing out. Trust me, the carnivore in me is yearning to satisfy its red meat desires. I want to go so bad it almost hurts. But I can’t. Yet. Because being the utterly considerate social citizen that I am, I’m waiting to go with friends who can’t make it until December, so for now, I’ll read everyone else’s posts and… yearn.

But! I have been to Gardel’s Bar upstairs! 😀

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