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Ronin |
I love eating out (duh), and just like anything you choose to immerse yourself in, you quickly find yourself in search of "wow" moments. To me, achieving a state of "wow" on the palate is seriously not dissimilar to an orgasm, however cliched that sounds (ok, very). It makes you ecstatic. You come out of the meal fists pumping and gasping for breath because it was, quite literally, taken away.
Anyway, it's a big deal when I
am wowed. Lately, I've been very lucky - just in the past month, I've scored 3 wows - big personal record.
One of these was at Ronin. I've been here three times now, but only two for a proper meal. If you don't know that it's the new sister restaurant of
Yardbird, you've probably been living under a rock, but it's okay, there's nothing wrong with rocks, especially with whisky.