The Narrow Road to the Deep North

The Haiku of Japan’s most famous poet,
Matsuo Basho
(circa: 1695 a.d.)
Told with recipes from the
Ryori Monogatari
Japan’s oldest known cookbook.
(circa:1610 a.d.)




seven course teishoku

7コーステイショク

a seasonal representation
comprised of most the a la carte menu
and even a few surprises
dessert included
(available vegan/vegetarian)

reservations


what do fish feel?
what do birds feel? i dont know
but i feel the year ending

mackerel ‘su iri’
pan roasted, served with lightly vinegared dashi

19


night of the full moon!
the weather in the north land
so often changes

udon noodles
squid ink, mangalitsa pork fat, black pepper, ume, pheasant egg, namadare

10


now that eyes of hawks
in dusky night are darkened . . .
we hear the chirping of the quails

quail yakitori
sansho, miso, japanese mustard

20


a snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon

king salmon sashimi
maple smoke, goji berry, wasabi, gari, yuzu

20


the red, blazing red,
of the pitiless sun
– yet autumn in the wind

steamed hokkaido scallop,
aged sake, yuzu kosho,

22


the cool of autumn –
our hands are busy peeling
melon and eggplant

winter melon salad
katsuo, irizake, nasu, goma

10


thirteen course kaiseki

13コースカイセキ

one week advance reservation
available wed - sat
60 beverage pairings

reservations

175


In the autumn night,
breaking into
a pleasant chat

uni nashimono, yuzu, nigorizakel


oh what loneliness … more desolate than Suma
this beach in autumn between each wave-break …
mixed with small shells,
the debris of bush-clover flowers

aji nigiri, katsuo tataki, genmaicha, spruce, pomegranate, ginger, shiso


a snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon

king salmon sashimi, maple smoke, goji berry, autumn olive


he does not even have
a pot in the colors of autumn
for fermented miso paste

tai, white miso, cedar, daikon, konbu, kabocha, maitake


the red, blazing red,
of the pitiless sun
– yet autumn in the wind

aged sake, matsutake, yuzu (lidded, perfumed)g


now that eyes of hawks
in dusky night are darkened . . .
chirping of the quails

uzura yaki, sansho, miso, karashi vinegar


the cool of autumn –
our hands are busy peeling
melon and eggplant

namasu, katsuo, irizake, miso


saying something,
the lip felt cold.
as the Autum wind.

shoga zake


so, to Futami,
like a clam ripped from its shell …
autumn's deepening now

asari suimono


night of the full moon!
the weather in the north land
so often changes

udon, black pepper, ume, farm egg, namadare


autumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut

chestnut dashi


the sea darkening . . .
oh voices of the
wild ducks
crying, whirling, white

honenuki, duck stuffed with egg and kamaboko


five or six of us
lined up before the tea cakes:
the sunken hearth

tamago somen, anko