Yabu: My First Japanese Love Affair
I have never been a fan of Japanese food.
It’s not for the reason that I can’t clearly articulate the list on the menu. Or because I don’t have Japanese friends (awww) to enculturate me on its seemingly glorious panache. It’s just that I’m not fondly familiar with the Japanese cuisine and its cultural disposition on my personal gastronomy.
Not until I met Yabu.
Our encounter was inevitable.
This is not a love story. This is a story of love.
There were three of us who were in a mission to satisfy our wanderlust for good food. We couldn’t decide where to eat. Then suddenly, one of us decided that we go north (SM Megamall) and try out an ostensibly secluded Japanese resto on the Mega Atrium, 2/F.
Looking at how people line up and just wait for their turn to swoop in once their names are called, I was rather impressed than dispirited considering our hankering. Needless to say, the line was not a joke. We were 8th or 9th on the list.
Soon after, it was our turn. *sigh*
At the back of my mind, I was thinking: “This should better be good.”
We ordered their best-sellers. I got the Kurobuta Premium Set.
Now, this left me speechless.
From the crisp cabbage strips gently poured with the appetizing sesame dressing; incredibly palatable miso soup with melt-in-your-mouth tofu cubes; soft, juicy and succulent meat dipped in hire sauce mixed with pounded sesame seeds, paired with flavorful Japanese rice; and fresh fruit slices to cap off the ephemeral foodgasm. So heavenly.
I couldn’t ask for anything else. Nothing more; nothing less.
And so I realized:
In Yabu, there’s indeed pleasure in waiting. Because you know that it’ll all be worth it.
This explains their recognitions.
If you haven’t gone to Yabu yet, I wouldn’t even attempt to ask you because inviting yourself is the best way to go.