The suburbs.
A mysterious nether land sprinkled with ample parking, driveway basketball and something known as a yard.
In other words, it's a place you rarely visit. Unless, of course, there's an epic new dining experience involving raw fish and the pastoral flavors of France...
Feast your eyes on AKA Bistro, your new reason to brave Commuter-ville, now taking reservations for its opening this Monday.
Born from two vets from the Ken Oringer empire (Clio, Uni), AKA is sort of like a French country house... in the middle of Tokyo. (If it were a movie, it might be Amélie meets Gung Ho.) It's where you'll want to go when your date is clamoring for rustic Provençal fare like Duck Leg Confit and Pork Feet with Potato Puree (if we had a nickel...), and you're in the mood for the kind of big-city sashimi you'd find in more dense urban locales like Boston, Cambridge and Kyoto.
But maybe the best part about this unholy French-Japanese union is the alcohol. The wine list includes bold French reds, and the beer and sake list features a dirty dozen of each. There's even an outdoor patio, in case you feel like studying the suburban species in greater detail.
Just try not to make any sudden moves...
A mysterious nether land sprinkled with ample parking, driveway basketball and something known as a yard.
In other words, it's a place you rarely visit. Unless, of course, there's an epic new dining experience involving raw fish and the pastoral flavors of France...
Feast your eyes on AKA Bistro, your new reason to brave Commuter-ville, now taking reservations for its opening this Monday.
Born from two vets from the Ken Oringer empire (Clio, Uni), AKA is sort of like a French country house... in the middle of Tokyo. (If it were a movie, it might be Amélie meets Gung Ho.) It's where you'll want to go when your date is clamoring for rustic Provençal fare like Duck Leg Confit and Pork Feet with Potato Puree (if we had a nickel...), and you're in the mood for the kind of big-city sashimi you'd find in more dense urban locales like Boston, Cambridge and Kyoto.
But maybe the best part about this unholy French-Japanese union is the alcohol. The wine list includes bold French reds, and the beer and sake list features a dirty dozen of each. There's even an outdoor patio, in case you feel like studying the suburban species in greater detail.
Just try not to make any sudden moves...
