Kyoto is one of the world’s greatest walking cities and as one criss-crosses the bridges to and from Gion to the newer part of town, suspended briefly above the Kamo river, the feeling of being in a small town that has gotten big intensifies. It’s something like my 7th visit.
I had a couple of meetings yesterday, one with a chef and another with an artist, and before and after these enjoyed a first-rate Neapolitan inspired lunch at La Locanda. Burrata and artichoke, spaghetti in tomato “sauce,” snapper. As good as it gets. Italian food with first-rate fish and vegetables.
Later it was dinner at Kuzushi Yoshi Yoshi, a six-seater deep in Gion. No menu, nine tiny courses, maybe the most memorable meal I have had in years due to the intensity of ingredients.
Today it will be a visit to Mercato for pizza and later tonight a hard-to-snag table for six of us at Gyuho.
And then: Hokkaido.