cho-me chome c-ome

The cutest thing about Chome is all the hand written/drawn signs around the modest little restaurant.

Alicia's send off dinner (though actually it was more like my send off dinner as I was headed to a redeye) had to include slices of pork belly. They didn't let me finish the garnish leaves when the plate was whisked away.

We got there right when they opened, which was the right move because they don't take reservations, which made a lot of sense once we saw the single line of booth tables. But it was also the right move because of the happy hour deals on sake and snacks.

The "Big Mac" was a few dollars cheaper.

This beauty is a lump of toasted rice, topped with wagyu, toro, uni, and a little dollop of caviar. My kind of Big Mac.

Fuck. Me.

Palette cleanser of wasabi tako. It wasn't what I expected (raw, marinated), but I enjoyed a little chilled bite here and there in between all the grilled savory richness.

They even give you a scoop of potato salad! I am enamored with this place.

But we ultimately went for the yakitori - an platter of assorted chicken bits to be specific.

Love a good chicken heart, followed closely by gizzard. I'm a chicken skin kind of girl. Chicken breast bores me - I feel like that's why they need to stick some scallions in there. Cartilage was so so and actually not that easy to eat. Will never turn down a good thick thigh. Was too full by the time I got to the meatball, but I was delighted it came with a yolk.