I had my first dinner outing last night, since my recent gall bladder removal surgery Jan. 5, and it was a joyous occasion.
The destination was Gyotaku, the Japanese restaurant at the Niu Valley Shopping Center, and my entrée choice was one of my favorites: misoyaki butterfish teishoku.
Familiar turf + familiar meal = a happy camper.
I had been having mini meals at home, comprising the likes of miso soup with soda crackers, beef broth with cone sushi, chicken noodle and chicken vegetable soup, and chazuke with broiled salmon, vegetable salad with tofu and imitation crab, and my tummy was agreeable to these.
So, the misoyaki butterfish – and the accompanying bowls of rice, miso soup and salad – were within my palate choices.
Because Gyotaku regularly serves its butterfish in a tiny plate with a yellow border, it looked like any other pic I’ve shot at the restaurant over the years.
But this ol’ friend was a something I relished and cherished.
No more fried chicken, Korean kalbi or traditional steak for me till I know my diet regimen can handle ‘em. For now, I got no complains.