Old friends, one warm counter 物語
Some friendships are built in boardrooms. Ours was built over a sizzling hot plate, a pot of green tea, and at least one argument about how much garlic is "too much" (there is no such thing).
Andy flew in from Sydney by way of Wanaka, where he spends his spare time flying small planes over mountains and pretending the landing strip is a teppan grill. Tats, our Tokyo host, knows exactly where the best counter seats are and exactly when to order another round.
Tonight, somewhere between the wagyu and the dessert, we decided the world needed a restaurant of our own. This is it. Please don't ask about the business plan.
Head of hospitality, chief chopstick officer, keeper of the good table.
Head of flight operations. Flips prawns like he flies tail-draggers: with confidence.
