When we were very young, my parents took us to Kimpura at least once a month for some Japanese chow. It was a real treat for us kids because Ma never cooked. It was always exciting to see a live person transform raw ingredients into actual food.
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| It's a magic! |
So when Pop and I were in Greenhills the other day to buy a new cellphone for him that would work in Canada (long story), I said, "Let's go watch someone cook real food."
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| Crispy salmon skin. They didn't have this in the 80s. |
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| California temaki. It was a sign that I was grown up when I was allowed to order this for myself. |
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| Nobody makes miso soup like Kimpura. Comfort in a bowl. |
Since the beginning of time, we would always order the same things. My father's not big on newfangled stuff.
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| Mixed fried rice, sirloin steak, oysters and lobster tail. I die! |
Even the dessert was always, always the same.
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| Pop contemplating his gulaman. |
Yez, you CAN go home again. Thank you, Daddy.
I've actually tried the sirloin and the fried rice which they cook on the teppanyaki table in my past visits, okay naman. Overall I just find Kimpura kind of overpriced for what it offers... :)
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