Iron Chef Morimoto’s Restaurant!

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I’m not a foodie. And I define “foodie” as someone who knows stuff about restaurants. Ok – I’m not alone with that definition – but regardless – I’m not one of them. Justin – he knows shit about restaurants. He knows the scene. I know that I like chicken.

Monday was Sheila’s birthday – and for her birthday we went to a “hip” restaurant in Philadelphia. Iron Chef Morimoto’s restaurant – Morimoto’s. Simple, effective name. But the experience…. Awesome. Want to know what makes a meal an experience? Check it out after the jump. (with pictures!!)

morimoto.tiff

I’m not a foodie. And I define “foodie” as someone who knows stuff about restaurants. Ok – I’m not alone with that definition – but regardless – I’m not one of them. Justin – he knows shit about restaurants. He knows the scene. I know that I like chicken.

Monday was Sheila’s birthday – and for her birthday we went to a “hip” restaurant in Philadelphia. Iron Chef Morimoto’s restaurant – Morimoto’s. Simple, effective name. But the experience…. Awesome. Want to know what makes a meal an experience? Check it out after the jump. (with pictures!!)


So, you’re here to know what makes eating an experience?

About $200.

Ha. There’s something about going out to eat that makes it an event. And not like a “It’s Sheila’s birthday event,” but like a, “Hey! I don’t have to clean the dishes here,” event.

My fear with all “high class” places is that A) You have to wear a suit and B) the portions are not justified by the prices.

Neither of those rules are true here. Sure, you get dressed up – but there were as many suits as there were jeans with sportcoats as there were ties. For the gents – it means you can wear comfy pants because the portions are EXACTLY the right size.

On top of that – the wait staff was awesome. We’re not sushi people. Heck, I had sushi for the first time just a couple years ago myself. So don’t ask me the difference between sushi, sashimi, negiri and rolls. It’s all raw fish to me. And I know the staff should know the difference between all of them – but it’s nice when they don’t explain it with attitude. On top of that – our waitress was super-patient with Sheila. Sheila wanted to try sushi, but was scared because she didn’t know what to order. Lauren gave her exactly the right amount of nudging and helping to get her something she enjoyed.

Best part? The restaurant changes colors – there are lights in the floor that rotate through a spectrum of colors – and it’s so god-damn subtle, you don’t notice the change, you just all of a sudden look around and say, “Whoa. It’s red now.”

The one thing I did not do – which I regret now, is visit the bathroom. I always like to check them out in fancy places. I was kinda worried there would be an attendant in there to do something useless like hand me a towel – and then I would have to tip him, and all I had was Tens and Twenties – and handing me a towel is NOT worth a Tenner. So I skipped it. But I’m sure it was cool too.

Here’s the pics.

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