Yesterday when I said we ate too much on our anniversary weekend away (AKA ‘Best weekend ever’), I didn’t specify where. Well, we went to Tomos Japanese in Inveloch, which is the same chef as Oche in Kew, which is fantabulous Japanese in Melbourne (you following?).
The place is so good they could only fit us in at 8pm, so for two whole hours we lay on the bed moaning about how hungry we were and talking about all the things we were going to order.
Me: I am so hungry . I am hungrier than a dying swan at a ballet concert.
Carney: No, I am so hungry. I am hungrier than an elephant in a desert.
By the time we got there we went crazy overboard. The teeny-tiny Japanese waitress tried to say maybe we were ordering too much but she was teeny tiny and we were starving elephants so we pressed on.
Anyway, the whole point of this was to say if you ever get the chance to eat black sesame panna cotta, grab it with both hands, friends. Grab it with both hands.