Joni whipped his Mercedes deftly through dense traffic. I guessed we were going out for breakfast at a special place. Where to and under what circumstances was still shrouded in mystery and hardly clarified by subsequent texts that morning inquiring about my culinary predilections. I had responded with "fish-eating vegetarian, but little meat," to which he responded with: "No meat? We'll have to change the gender of the person being used as a table." Nothing like being on the set of Peter Greenaway movie!
We arrived, at last, in some remote section of Meguro at the front of a private house turned into an upscale restaurant by designer Nuri Wasara. Wasara designed the pottery, the lacquerware, the furniture, the dinnerware, the interior and exterior renovation and gardens, the white clothing of the service staff and cooks, and the culinary presentation down to the micro-detail. Apparently, Nuri Wasara owns three such domestic restaurants throughout Tokyo. This one was a 50s fusion of Frank Lloyd Wright and traditional Japanese, a nice architectural circle of influences.
Burnished aluminum table.