On Monday June 24th, which is a while ago now, we went to Morimoto
. "We" being myself, Jon
, and Tami
; and "Morimoto" being the best damn restaurant in Philly. The chef is Masaharu Morimoto, one of the original Iron Chefs. It's a Stephen Starr restaurant. Stephen Starr is this Philadelphian restauranteur who comes up with all these amazingly expensive and interesting restaurants. I'd never been to one before.
But no really, Morimoto, which just opened about six months ago (last summer, when I was unemployed? And thinking about maybe getting a job as a bartender somewhere? They had ads in the classifieds about needing servers and bartenders and whatnot for the new Morimoto restaurant, but it seemed a little out of my league. It is), is considered by many to be the best restaurant in Philly at the present time, in competition with Le Bec-Fin
. So there were a lot of amazing things about Morimoto. Everything about Morimoto was amazing, nothing was regular. It would take me forever to tell you everything, so I'll tell you about just two things:
1. Our chopsticks rested on little smooth stones.
2. The lobster.
Tami ordered lobster sashimi for the whole table, to be brought out as an appemetizer. Our waiter was named Tyler, and he was the cutest damn thing you ever saw, gorgeous, with glasses -- mmm -- and SO excited about the food, SO animated, and therefore assumed to be SO gay. Which is fine. Tyler warns us that the lobster may still be moving
when it's brought out -- he says that that puts some people off, but man, our eyes just got all real wide and we said "Okay!!" Jon said something about being 71% goth.
So the lobster comes out. He's served in an ice bucket, and he's been torn in half, and his head is sticking up out of the ice right next to his tail. His claws have been ripped off as well. His meat is served "out of shell" in a little pile in front of his face. Ah! The cruelty! He was set upon our table, and we all leaned in. And he was moving! He was! His whole lobster was sitting out there on the ice in front of him, but there he went, waving his antennae around! Waving around those little cuved hands under his nose! Manning poked him with a fork. He was moving! How exciting.
We ate the bastard. Right in front of him. The lobster, I mean, not Manning. He sat there in the ice with his buggy lobster eyes, and we ate him, and MAN was he GOOD. YUM. There were three sauces, I liked the jalapeno best.
Then, after we were done, after he was IN our BELLIES, he started moving again! REALLY moving! He moved his arms around, and pushed against the ice, and even pushed his body up a little! He moved his little arms around! He was so upset! We had eaten him, right in front of him! How disheartening is THAT! We all yelled a lot, and then eventually he stopped, and Tyler came to take the carcass away. Ha. Lobsters. It's okay though, they don't even have brains, they have ganglia or some shit. And MAN was he GOOOD.
PS. Okay I won't talk about any more the cool "stuff" about Morimoto, but man oh man was all the food GOOD. ALL. The FOOD. Was GOOD. I got a steak because I've only had sushi once before, and I was afraid I wouldn't like enough of the stuff, and the point was not to be able to say "ooh look at me, I ate sushi at Morimoto," the point was to have a delicious exquisite meal. Which I did. And then again days later (hooray leftovers!). But I tried some of the sushi, and holy crap was it good, and next time I go -- and I'm going again, I've already made reservations! -- I'm gettin' the chef's selection. Boo yah. You are a genius, Chef Morimoto.