A few branches away, the first face appeared, and then others. Monkeys, gray and about the size of toddlers, squawked and clutched trees and leaves, deciduous.
The place, Sankara, is Thai in vibe, Japanese in service, and Western in decor. Meaning very relaxed, efficient and anticipatory, and looking as if it could be in southern Europe. It’s all lovely, a seamless melange of cultures.
The food so far has been a kind of gentle rendition of Italian cuisine as interpreted by Japanese sensibility and ingredients with French technique. Like spaghetti with bottarga and cabbage leaves. A salad of mackerel sous vide and fresh greens. Stewed pork from Kagoshima. Delicious shochu from barley.