Nobu Piece Prize

Well my dears, if you are a vegetarian, don’t go to Nobu Park Lane and expect to find oodles of options for your hungry mouth. I was offered the choice of a tofu dish, or a tofu dish. I went for the tofu. The portion size really helped my diet, I left the place starving. I actually had to stop at the tiny filling station (aptly named!) beside the really expensive car showroom by the Dorchester to grab a pack of Starbursts to stave the hunger.

I was on a date and didn’t want to look like a pig suggesting to go for food directly after being in a restaurant, but casually chewing on a few sweets did the trick. Dessert, I’d said, waving the pack his direction. Thankfully he declined, so I had the entire pack to gorge on for the rest of the night.

The menu in Nobu had been divine, and were it a case that I was still a fish eater, I would have been in my element. It had an incredibly exciting fish offering, although the portions are on the teeny side. I saw a couple put on their glasses when their mains arrived. No doubt they were looking to find where their teaspoon sized serving was on their plates. My chap enjoyed his rare fish thingamajig and it looked sensational. A sliver of white fish in a black ink jus with a broccoli head for garnish. The cocktail menu was just as interesting, and I guess it went some way to making up for ‘tofu or not tofu’.

I’m not a picky, freaky, attention seeking type vegetarian. I detest people who are deliberately awkward when it comes to food. My mantra is eat or don’t eat, but don’t annoy the rest of us about your dietary habits. But a choice of two dishes in a chic restaurant is a little restrictive, don’t you think?

In any case, the Starbursts did the trick and filled me up until the 4a.m room service call for ice-cream, which turned out to have been the best call of the night. The simple things in life are always the best.

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