22nd July 2006
Great Japanese
In the not-too-distant past (and were talking pre-Asian tsunami days here, or obviously the name would be different) this was somewhere one would take ones parents for a special meal. One may even take one's prospective or current lover there for a bit of taste-bud romance. Needless to say I went for the parents option. Ahem... I first went to Tsunami on the recommendation of a work-chum, who raved that they had poached a chef from Nobu. Now, as a young, upcoming member of the overpaid-for-a-bollocksy-corporate-job club, I thought this would be the perfect place to impress my Ma & Pa with a fancy dinner near my old gaff in Stockwell. And fancy it certainly was. I believe the phrase is Asian fusion though Im almost certain this phrase is now defunct as Im not exactly on the pulse of current culinary lingo. Annie hoo, Ma & Pa (and indeed son) were rightly impressed by the classy service and mouth-watering dishes that were served up. I always knew it would be pricey, and it was, so dont go expecting bargains (I seem to remember almost choking on my Gold card when I saw the bill, but pride got the better of me and I insisted as you do). As an aside, the last time I went, who should sit in the very chair I had just vacated upon finishing our meal, but Nathalie Portman (you know, Leon child-temptress who grew up to become Darth Vaders estranged lover). Now thats what I call A-list shelebrities.
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