by rebecca s. on
So last evening on a whim, after having spent the beautiful day relaxing on my balcony, went downstairs to see what my roommate was doing for dinner as her brother had just landed in town and was sure they'd want to eat out instead of cooking...it was Sunday, who cooks on Sunday? Certainly not me, though I don't cook on most days ending in 'Y'. All day I had been jonesing for seafood, I don't know if it was the smell of the suntan lotion on the balcony, or just the nice warm breeze but I needed it in my life immediately. Lucky for me, brother of roommate says, let's go out somewhere totally awesome, I can write it off on next years taxes. Roommate suggests Morimoto after calling Buddakan only to find that their power was out, and really, who am I to decline such an opportunity? Capitalize, capitalize, capitalize. We had a 7:45 reservation, though the restaurant wasn't even a quarter full when we got there. A little surprising, but I'm guessing Friday and Saturday are their busier nights. We were seated right away, and our waiter was super attentive without being obnoxious and never once tripped over his own tongue in relaying the specialty fishes of the night. We started our meal with a chef's tasting, or what Brother would call, a perfect palatable blend of all things I dislike. I believe the noodles were made with green tea, and I can't quite remember the type of cheese that was nestled inside of it, I can tell you however that it was topped with the slightest bit of basil and it was magnificent. There were five of us at the table, one of us is a bit more picky than the others, and when he declined his invitation to try the spoonful of wonder...we no joke, had a rock, paper, scissor tournament to determine who would get it. Brother of roommate then started our table off with two orders of edamame because as he likes to say "it's like the much classier bar peanut, it satisfies without filling and gives you something to do until your meal comes out". I don't really think that there is much difference across the board between what makes good and bad edamame, however I love a good crunchy sea salt which of course it was adorned with as the entire restaurant makes you feel like you're living in the ocean...except that you can breathe...so actually I guess it's more like being a fish...except you're not swimming. Edamame was shortly followed by two orders of steamed sea scallops in a ginger scallion sauce, this sauce rocked my world. I love ginger and would add it to just about anything if I could, the scallops were perfectly cooked, and the key sauce ingredients were perfectly balanced neither being too overpowering. Around the table the meals were as follows: - Sea Bass with black bean sauce, shaved ginger, and hot oil. - Ishi Yaki Buri Bop with Kobe Beef (x3) - Seafood Toban Yaki (king crab, mussels, shrimp, scallops, oyster mushrooms, and greens) ...I can't attest to the orders of Yaki Bop (though it was awesome seeing the waiters cook the beef at the table) or Sea Bass, though no one seemed anything less than fascinated by the presentation and taste, but I can vouch for the Seafood Toban Yaki. The last time that I visited Morimoto was a few years back and my father had ordered the seafood while I played it safe and had udon and sushi. I have dreamed of the moment that I could have the Toban Yaki all to myself and it was everything I remembered it to be. Last fall I visited Las Vegas for my 25th birthday with a group of friends and wanted to have a celebratory dinner at Nobu, just for their seafood toban yaki, but it couldn't even come close to holding a candle to Morimoto's. The shrimp, scallops, crab, and mushrooms are all slow simmered in a citrus, butter sauce that is divine. The citrus was more present than the butter, both together finely complimented the smooth texture of the seafood. Needless to say, I was in oceanic (not 815) heaven. The general consensus was that the food was phenomenal, the atmosphere was great, and though we can't quite figure out why there are phallic lights illuminating the tables, had a great night out...and in true classy Philadelphia style, we followed up dinner with a trip to wawa for milkshakes, don't judge.
by Angella S. on
Stiff drinks at a piano bar...how can you go wrong?!! I've never actually planned on being at Martunis. Maybe it's because of the location, which is quasi-no-man's-land on Market Street; but, somehow I've managed to wander in on several occasions. It's a fun place. Dark, mysterious, candlelit-cozy. Love the loungy, semi-privado area in back with the piano. Get ready to be entertained. Or maybe be the one to do the entertaining :) Be careful though...those drinks are deceptively strong!