I was going to go to a crab shack somewhere on Victoria Street but after six hours of geomorphology I was quite predictably irritable and befuddled by all the random nouns in my textbook (like vicissitude...I mean really?). I needed some comforting (foodwise) so we had a change of plans. I was not up for peeling and cracking large hunks of crab and then getting the flesh smushed in a fit of pique because i was feeling impatient. So I dragged a friend off to my favourite noodle shop in the city. I love japanese food. It's a weakness.
I've been to Shimbasi Soba and Sake bar multiple times, located just off Bourke Street in an alleyway called Liverpool Street. I'd been reminiscing about these handmade soba noodles for a month or two... ok maybe since last year. For those of you who have had soba from the packet in the supermarket that you cook at home, that's rubbish compared to this. They grind their own buckwheat flour right in the middle of their tiny shop floor, you can see it as you walk in the door. For those of you who've yet to try soba, its a pale greyish, nutty noodle that is usually served cold with a dipping sauce( I know, I know what you're thinking, but it's good stuff...really).
This place is authentically Japanese, all their staff are Japanese. One of the main waiters has a tendency to serve you with this total look of bemused vagueness like he's silently laughing at you as he wanders about, he's fine, it creates character. In saying that, all of them are efficient and informative. The space is small, with the usual Japanese flourishes, there are chalkboards of specials and drinks hung up on the walls and a communal table when it gets a little crowded. As a little taster, they serve you a tiny potato mash salad while you decide on drinks and dinner. There is quite an extensive sake and umeshu list as well as some cocktails. I decide that we'll start with an entree special the Ebi fry and some edamame beans. The Ebi fry is some scrummy deep fried prawns with lemon, its perfectly golden and salty with that after tang of the lemon, we finish it in record time wanting seconds. It's like a perfectly orchestrated symphony of food offerings, the mains come come out as we polish off the last of the edamame beans.
The mains of course are soba, that delightfully handcrafted noodle thats silky and nutty at the same time. This time we ordered a tempura soba that is served in a shallow dish with its warmed sauce at the bottom with the noodles and an assortment of finely sliced vegetables and prawns that have been tempura battered and fried then placed on top of the noodles to prevent it from getting soggy, oh and this perfectly cooked poached egg (you know, oozy yellow yolks) that we eagerly slice open and mix the noodle and tempura with. The egg creates the silkiest sauce to coat the noodles and the crispness of the tempura pieces makes it one of my favourite dishes that I've tasted here(note to self: remember to order this again). The soba sauce is soy based but there is this umami type of flavour that just makes you want to keep eating. Our other main is just simple soba served with a beautiful duck broth/dipping sauce that is redolent with tofu, enoki mushrooms and slices of duck, I add the ground chilli flakes and sliced spring onions to it. That robust burst of flavour from the warm broth and a bite of the duck combined with the slightly pungent but fresh spring onions rounds it off perfectly.
So we sit there just eating away happily in silence, quietly noticing that the food is finishing far to quickly for our liking. What do we do? Order another round of Ebi fry of course! Chris spots another special, braised beef tongue (I'm having issues. Yes, I'm a little conservative when it comes to eating any other "extras"). She orders it, the prawns and the tongue comes out quickly and it looks...good. It's tender and succulent, served with a beautiful teriyaki style sauce. I like it, its sliced up in case you were wondering. The prawns? Well no complaints there, it's all gone pretty quickly. We are full, nothing a brisk walk in the cold won't cure.....in the hunt for dessert....hmmm maybe gelati primavera on spring st... read more