Review: Ichigo Ichie

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  September 7, 2010

From the same list, I chose what was called basil prawns and tenderloins ($23). Actually, the basil leaves were on the pieces of meat, rather than the prawns. Cooked fresh leaves rather than the sauce of the description, their taste went very well with the steak, which was cupped in a piece of fried unleavened bread. The five pieces of seafood weren’t very flavorful, but the fork-cuttable tenderloin lived up to its name.

There are numerous desserts ($4-$7), including cheesecake both plain and deep-fried, and five flavors of fried ice cream, what they term “tempura ice cream.” We shared some mango-flavored mochi ice cream. The four half-circles surrounding a pile of whipped cream were complemented nicely by the chewy mochi exterior.

Ichigo ichie means “one time,” in the sense of once in a lifetime. Check it out and you just might want to make unique experiences a habit.  

Bill Rodriguez can be reached at bill@billrod.com.

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