I spent quite a bit today. Probably more than I’ve ever spent in one day. Yep, my tax return cheque had finally cleared and what better way to reward myself for all my hard work this year than by spending it on some new toys (a brand spanking new Macbook Pro and medium caviar Chanel 2.55 in black). In order to assuage my guilt, though, I decided to go thrifty for lunch. As you know, Adam used to work at the Strand Arcade on the corner of Lonsdale and Elizabeth St in the city but he doesn’t any more. In that same arcade stands a small cafe which sells a smogasbord of things, from pies to sandwiches to… yep, Japanese food. The owners of Umi Cafemay not have read the memo that states “too many items spoil the restaurant” but they do know that tight arses like me and Adam respond well to cheap food so we decided to give their Japanese offerings a go, which are only available on weekdays.
The Japanese dishes are represented by those plastic models that the Japs are famous for. All the options were cheap, with all bentos a measly $8 and one ramen dish for a paltry $6.50. I think the most expensive dish was the unagi don, at $11. In the end, both Adam and I chose bentos because their plastic representations looked nicer than the fugly brown rice and noodle dishes. Heh.
My ebi furai (fried prawn) bento. The four sushi pieces in the foreground is one sushi roll cut into four bits, the filling of which we got to choose from the glass cabinet at the front. I chose cooked tuna while Adam chose prawn. The sushi wasn’t really spectacular – I mean, ANYONE can make sushi rolls really – and frankly, neither was anything else. The fried prawns were fine on their own and even better with the mashed potato salad, but not so great with the mayonnaise that came with the prawns – too salty. Also way too salty was the spinach and sesame salad. As for the spaghetti and mixed herbs on top? I just didn’t see the point.
Adam’s karaage (fried chicken) bento. Same as the one I got, but with chicken. He also made a comment about how our food looked EXACTLY like their plastic versions on the shelf. Heh. Oh, halfway through our meal Aaron bumped into us on the way to the post office. He said something like “I saw a girl sitting in the window who looked like you, Libby, but I was like, ‘Libby wouldn’t eat at a proletariat place like that!'” Oh, Aaron, har-har-har .
Okay, so the meal was cheap so we can’t really whinge about it. I mean, you got what you paid for right? After all, most places charge way more than $8 for a bento box. We shrugged as we walked out and promised each other that we may be back to see what a $6.50 ramen would taste like. That was, until that annoying MSG tickling sensation down my throat started kicking in…