Japanese

 Layne has a birthday lunch coming up and she’s picked a French restaurant in Brasilia. La Cheminée gets some pretty good reviews so we will see and you can expect to see some pictures here.

I laughed and pointed out we are in Brasil and she wants to eat continental food.  Everyone likes a break  and on that note we recently had lunch in Japan in Brasilia. 

Isn’t it a crack up how they describe the cuisine in English? Menus in Latin America often come in QR codes which is modern but a pain I find. And this place is modern.

Layne likes raw fish but I am a caveman and I like my food to be cooked if I am going out to pay for it. I eat raw fish but it’s a waste of money putting it in my mouth.

Divide the shared fish prices by 5.3 to get dollars if you care. I don’t think if you are in the US you will find them costly. We shared a plate to start. One dumpling was left by the time I remembered you lot and pulled out my phone camera. Imagine a plate full of crispy little pillows. 

Layne got a sashimi plate so she got her raw fish just as she wanted. 

I had the cooked noodle dish that people have when they eat Japanese and don’t want sashimi. It was perfect especially as I wanted shrimp. 

And we shared one among my favorite vegetables and I like most vegetables. Mushrooms remind me of my Italian side and these Japanese mushrooms were delicious of course. 

Desserts were included  and  Layne loves chocolate so she got the Brazilian favorite which they call “petit gateau” (little cake) which we call lava cake.

I had fried bananas with Nutella cream. Perfect of course. 

The whole lunch including non alcoholic drinks and mineral water and tip (no tax in South America cane to $42. Fancy huh? The hound stayed home of course. 

He was much happier to see me than shown.

He loves the apartment and his routines, sleeping on the patio…

…and as he’s slowing down and getting gray I make the most of each day with him. 

He likes one long walk in the morning, an hour or more with pauses, and some sitting and sometimes he wakes me up in the morning darkness and expects attention.

So I get out of bed grumbling and pretty soon the cool night air and  Rusty’s joy gets me in the mood.

This is my picture of Rusty staring into the void of Lake Paranoá: