Sunday, April 24, 2016

A flashy new sports car and about the best restaurant in Tokyo, if not in Japan

I have a total of four nights in Tokyo before flying out of Japan, three of which have already been spent having wonderful dinners with friends, living a #Travelife.

On Friday night, Mr. Y took me to dinner.

He was very busy that day so all he'd said was "I'm taking you somewhere fancy you like," and that he'd pick me up at 7. I honestly thought he was taking me to the Michelin three-star Chateau Restaurant Joel Robuchon for dinner, which he knows I love and, by the way, which I think is the best Joel Robuchon restaurant in the world.

Scroll down to read more about the best restaurant in Tokyo... 


He picked me up at 7 PM sharp in his pretty snazzy new sports car, although he let his driver take the wheels while he sat in the passenger side on the way over so he could use the phone and answer emails in the car.

Then when I appeared, he let his driver go and drove us himself to, indeed, my favourite restaurant -- a restaurant so secret that it doesn't even have a name or a phone number save for the owner's mobile.

So we didn't end up in Chateau Restaurant Joel Robuchon, after all, but we went somewhere I really like anyway -- and only a couple of people can take me to this restaurant as it's not really open to the public. Joel Robuchon is nice, but I can eat there anytime.

I got these beautiful flowers on the weekend, too,
in Tokyo, living a #Travelife...


And this restaurant in Tokyo doesn't even have a sign, a menu, or a cash register.

This restaurant is only for select regulars who come in and eat whatever is set in front of them by a chef who wants to stay under the radar of the Michelin Guide.

It's always excellent food and wine but no one talks about prices or even sees anything with a price tag. Instead the bill for whatever was accumulated over one month is sent to everyone's secretaries to deal with.


All phones are also left at the door so it goes without saying that I could take no photos of the food for Instagram.

I'm not even supposed to write about it in detail, except to say that Friday night's dinner was a superb ten-course meal and this restaurant without a name -- just a number on a gate -- truly deserves to be called one of the best restaurants in Japan.

As for the opening photo for this blog, I'll just have to content myself with a photo of Mr. Y's car, which is pretty okay too, because when I was riding it, it sure felt like I was living a #Travelife... 

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