蛤のお味噌汁
Hamaguri Littleneck Clam Miso Soup
前菜五種
Assorted Chilled Plates:
熊本オイスター
Kumamoto Oyster
ズワイ蟹の酢の物 蟹味噌添え
Hokkaido Zuwai Snow Crab Sunomono
鮟肝の旨煮
Ankimo Uma-ni
本鮪のタルタル キャビアと共に
Bluefin Tuna Tartar & Caviar
寒鯖の箱寿司
Kansaba Winter Mackerel Hako-zushi
シェフお薦めのお造り三点盛り
Three Kinds of Chef’s Premium Sashimi
Kanpachi Amberjack, Kagoshima, Japan
Kinmedai Bigeye Snapper, Shizuoka, Japan
Lightly Seared King Salmon, Alaska
雲丹と海苔の大葉包み天麩羅
Uni & Nori Seaweed Tempura
銀鱈西京焼
Saikyo Miso Cod
神戸牛フィレミニョンステーキ
黒トリュフ添え
Kobe Beef Filet Mignon Steak & Truffle
ハドソンバレーフォアグラ丼
Hudson Valley Foie Gras Donburi
黒ゴマのフローズンチョコレートムース
Frozen Black Sesame Mousse
Rooibos Tea Infused Plantation 3* Rum, Orgeat Syrup Velvet Falernum, Lime, Pineapple, Tiki Bitters
There’s a certain kind of weekend ease that arrives the moment a straw finds its way to your lips—when the noise in your head goes quiet, and all that’s left is the small sweetness of right now.
The photo captures that feeling perfectly: two friends leaning in toward the same pineapple drink, trading a sip and a look like it’s a private joke. The pineapple cup sits between hands like a warm little centerpiece, bright and ordinary at the same time. Around it, the background blurs into the gentle bustle of wherever the day decided to take you.
“Pineapple for life” reads like a throwaway line, but it’s also a tiny oath—one of those simple, joyful loyalties you can keep without trying. Pineapple is sunny without being loud. It tastes like vacations you didn’t plan and afternoons that stretch out because nobody is in a hurry.
And sharing a drink is its own kind of intimacy: not dramatic, not heavy, just a quiet agreement to be in the same moment. Two straws, one cup, and the soft reminder that life feels better when it’s not held too tightly.
If you need a small ritual for the weekend, let it be this: find something bright, take it slow, and share it with someone who makes the day feel bigger.
Lunch didn’t ask for a lot today—just something warm, simple, and satisfying.
There’s a certain comfort in a burger and fries that feels almost like muscle memory. The glossy bun, the weight of it in your hands, the way the melted cheese and greens disappear into one perfect bite. The fries spill out beside it, thin and golden, like they were meant to be eaten absentmindedly while you stare out a window and let the day catch up.
Getting my GRUB on is a small moment, but it’s the kind that lands softly. A pause in the middle of everything. Food as a reset button.
Sometimes it’s not about chasing something new or impressive. It’s about letting something familiar be enough—salty, crunchy, a little messy, and exactly what you needed. You eat, you breathe, and the afternoon feels a bit more manageable.
If you’ve got a favorite burger place or a go-to order that always delivers, I’m all ears.
