Kiraku Japanese Restaurant

Kiraku Japanese Restaurant
55 Market Street, Sinsov Building, #B1-01
Reservations: 64386428
Closed on Sundays and PH
Mon to Thurs & Sat: 11.30 am - 3 pm, 6-10.30 pm
Friday & Eve of PH: 11.30 am - 3 pm, 6-11 pm
Dinner - $60 per pax
Japanese
Pretty good sushi & extensive sashimi menu
Attentive Service

     ZM has been busier with work so I asked him to pick a dinner place near his workplace (Raffles Place area) for a simple dinner. He always picks Japanese (haha) because of me. ZM doesn't really like sushi or sashimi - so I always think it's rather a raw deal for him (pun intended).

   Kiraku is a relatively nice place to eat sushi - the ambience is quiet and elegant and you don't have the sushi tei crowd. The sushi is of a slightly higher level than Sushi Tei. I noticed that the wasabi is already put in the sushi, which led to a mouth of OMG after I dipped the sushi into my soy sauce with substantial wasabi. The tamago was light, fluffy and sweet - really good.

        I really recommend the Amaebi with Foie Gras - it's so good! Except it's $14 per piece.

         ZM had some udon thing which came in a huge ass bowl and saba fish. The saba fish had a nice texture but in my opinion, there were too many bones to make it enjoyable.

We also ordered the Kani Cream Croquette (snow crab) to share, but it was so incredibly creamy I couldn't taste the crab. 

   In all, this is really a sushi and sashimi place. There were 1 for 1 alcohol specials too and you could see a group of Japanese (always a sign of authenticity?) sitting outside on the tatami mat booths and kanpai-ing, which was kind of boisterous and cute. 

    I asked ZM if he would write some entries on my blog about our marriage. He refused. 

    "Ok. You miser. I'll help you write," I said. "So, from what you have experienced so far, what would be your first advice on marriage?" 

     "Choose the right wife." 

      "How do you choose the right wife?" I laughed. 

      "Gut feeling." 

       "That's very helpful. So what happens when you choose the wrong wife?" I asked.

       "Life sucks."