It may or may not have been the English signs amidst a sea of Japanese characters that drew us in.
San Francisco Peaks
Shibuya-ku, 150-0001 Tokyo
Shelley, forever and always a salad enthusiast, ordered the Garden Salad for ¥900 ($9.06). It came with a raspberry vinaigrette, salt, pepper, lemon, lettuce, tomato, and the special guest star: fresh dill. A simple and lovely bunch of veggies.
I have a tendency more toward calorie-stuffing, so I ordered the Vegetable Burger without cheese. At first I expected a veggie patty, but as Shelley and I inspected the menu we realized I was going to be receiving a veggie sandwich on a bun. That’s exactly what I got – meh! I’m not complaining.
The delish sesame bun came slathered in mayo, which I took great pains to scrape off. When it looked like it was all gone, I pressed the flat of my knife against the inside of the bun, and more yellow-white oozed out. Just thinking about it makes me want to blow chunks. But my hunger drove me forward, and once I had gotten as much mayo out of my bun as I could, I assembled the whole sandwich: tomato, sprouts, lettuce and avocado. I loved every bite.
The fries were more fritey – you know, how real French French fries are skinnier and healthier-tasting than American fries? They came with this fab tangy seed-filled mustard that Shelley and I practically lapped up out of the dish.