I love Montreal, but when it comes to Japanese food, it leaves one wanting. So in a city where these restaurants fall short, one that doesn't is really something to cheer about.
On my previous visits I've avoided Kazu because there's always a line, and I'm always too hungry to wait. But this weekend I had a game plan. My sister and I hit the St. Laurent street sale and snacked all the way up and all the way down so that by the time we hit the line at Kazu we were ready. I love it when a plan comes together.
|Okinomiyaki with shrimp.|
|Chicken wings. |
The smallest dish and more in line with what I usually expect at izakayas.
Since my sister and I sat at the bar we got to see the chefs work. I took a couple things away from that. The first is that the guy is sorta cute (there's also a girl, but we're not talking about her). The second is that the prep for this place must be insane. They have so many different sauces which start in these plastic containers and then get poured into squeeze bottles. Cute chef plus multiple squeeze bottles equates to messy magic.
Few restaurants are really worth waiting in line. I usually just do it because it makes me feel like I'm part of something, and don't we all want to belong?!? The true measure of a great meal is food memory. I still think about the salmon tuna bowl at Kazu. It was really good. Nothing extraordinary about it, just fresh pieces of seasoned fish, rice, lettuce and other vegetables, those sorta tasteless but superfun fried noodle things, and sauce. So simple. So many flavours. So fun. So dramatic. So delicious.
I will go back and eat it again. But this time, I refuse to share with my sister. I don't think she wants to share with me anyway.
|Dear Salmon Tuna Bowl, I miss you.|
Eat something different.