All in Viewpoint

GOBBLEDYGOOK

Nearly thirty five years ago, with just a handful of TV stations to choose from, we Brits were treated to the final series of what I think is one of our finest comedies: Blackadder Goes Forth.c

SIX MONTHS IN

A few days back it was the six-month anniversary of this Sake Matters blog.

I started getting to grips with it back in late March, a few days after my plane touched down from Osaka and its half capacity of passengers, many sporting PPE (white is the new black in 2020 I believe), skulked gingerly through a very quiet Hong Kong arrivals hall.

IN DEFENCE OF HONJOZO

Turbot, I love it, when I can afford it. Scallops too, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of foaming nutty butter in a pan but sometimes I just crave a simple piece of grilled mackerel with a squeeze of lemon, rather than a truffle beurre blanc sauce. And the same applies to my approach to Sake drinking.

AT HOME YET HOMESICK

After some international stories this month, I thought it time to bring things closer to home. I have access to some great Sake in Hong Kong, an amazing selection of Japanese restaurants, I’m even learning Japanese face to face (well, face to Perspex to face) with my tutor from Osaka, yet I am still craving to be in Japan. 

AN ACT OF TERROIR-ISM

Terroir, just seven letters, is a concept we all get, kind of. We have a view of it, a feeling about it, but try and put those thoughts down comprehensively on paper (as I thought I would easily be able to) and you’ll soon find yourself reaching for a second sheet.