If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you know how tired I am of Curry House. It is an inexplicable favorite of Mr. Monkey's family. Finally, after several years, we are trying the other restaurants in the Curry House complex.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that Rikyu (123 S. Onizuka, Los Angeles) is only mediocre. Our last foray to a different place in this plaza (Yakitori Koshiji) was slightly more successful.
Alas, you can't win 'em all. But, if you don't try new things, you'll never find greatness.
The iced tea tasted toasty. It might've been genmai cha or perhaps a barley tea.
Shu mai, inarizushi, chicken karaage, and grilled squid started off the dinner.
My sister-in-law and Little Monkey Niece shared some tempura and cold soba.
LMN liked wearing my sunglasses and Mr. Monkey's glasses.
I won't mince words. This tuna yam stuff was disgusting. Slimy. Bland. Terrible mouthfeel. Just blech. At least the udon was ok.
I got the Rikyu bento box ($11.50). It was much better than Mr. Monkey's travesty of a dinner, but it was still a far cry from delicious. At least there was variety.
After dinner, LMN ran boisterously through the cement courtyard and showed us her latest dance moves. Mr. Monkey scooped her up and wriggled with her.
She called this little bit "the monkey."
We didn't get it, but it was a good name for the movement nonetheless.