Where do I begin?
Like they say...if you wanna eat Japanese,go where they themselves get their fill.
The downside is,that the endless buzz from chattering Japs get amplified in the surprisingly small and stiffling space.Try as you might,the din never grows on you,and gets on the nerves after a bit .Incessant ringing of mobiles,courtesy of local culprits(who else?),makes you entertain thoughts of dunking their toys in soy and wasabi.
The non smoking section is so worn and dated,with the lighting above each cubicle so terribly unchic,as if they detached a chicken coop wrapped it round an old partition and stuffed it with lightweight styrofoam craft boards.
Fact is,you get the feeling that they might be averse to the non smoking fraternity,seeing that they shut us out of the way in the farthest corner of the liquor clogged entrance.
Dimly lit and cloistered in,it reminds me of the elbow space one has to endure,dining in one of the many busy male dominated chopshops,dotting the Shinkansen station at 7pm in downtown Tokyo.
When it comes to the taste,I really have no complaints.
Kirishima replicates heartwarming country side flavours that rise gently on a simple bamboo platter.Liberal sprinklings of flavoured chilli powder indicates a greater Laotian/Thai influence on the modern Japanese palatte.But I wouldn't go so far as to rate it 5 star nor declare it as the finest of its kind.
However,if you have up to date,only experienced bad and bland Japanese food ,thanks to all those awful look good on the surface only,restaurants monopolised by a select few Penangites,then do head here for a reeducation to find out why this cuisine possesses the verve to make the heart start ticking.
But let it be known that with authenticity comes more raw,strange offerings and cold platters,which novices and the uninitiated might find hard to stomach or handle.
Like they say...if you wanna eat Japanese,go where they themselves get their fill.
The downside is,that the endless buzz from chattering Japs get amplified in the surprisingly small and stiffling space.Try as you might,the din never grows on you,and gets on the nerves after a bit .Incessant ringing of mobiles,courtesy of local culprits(who else?),makes you entertain thoughts of dunking their toys in soy and wasabi.
The non smoking section is so worn and dated,with the lighting above each cubicle so terribly unchic,as if they detached a chicken coop wrapped it round an old partition and stuffed it with lightweight styrofoam craft boards.
Fact is,you get the feeling that they might be averse to the non smoking fraternity,seeing that they shut us out of the way in the farthest corner of the liquor clogged entrance.
Dimly lit and cloistered in,it reminds me of the elbow space one has to endure,dining in one of the many busy male dominated chopshops,dotting the Shinkansen station at 7pm in downtown Tokyo.
When it comes to the taste,I really have no complaints.
Kirishima replicates heartwarming country side flavours that rise gently on a simple bamboo platter.Liberal sprinklings of flavoured chilli powder indicates a greater Laotian/Thai influence on the modern Japanese palatte.But I wouldn't go so far as to rate it 5 star nor declare it as the finest of its kind.
However,if you have up to date,only experienced bad and bland Japanese food ,thanks to all those awful look good on the surface only,restaurants monopolised by a select few Penangites,then do head here for a reeducation to find out why this cuisine possesses the verve to make the heart start ticking.
But let it be known that with authenticity comes more raw,strange offerings and cold platters,which novices and the uninitiated might find hard to stomach or handle.
