Enough about all these other restaurants, they were just mere flirtations. Now we’re talking about the real deal here – my one true love – Roka.
My love for Roka bloomed 4 short years ago, when one Chinese New Year we happened to book this as our New Year’s eve feast. Let me explain how it works.
Part of the magic of Roka is not just its culinary expertise, its mood lighting, or even its open plan kitchen for me too oogle anyone and everyone’s food. The magic lies in the word buffet.
Ordinarily buffet is such a tainted word. A hideously diseased word. But at Roka, it’s an elusive invitation to the most popular kid at school’s birthday party. And you got the seat right in front of the birthday cake.
When Roka seductively utters buffet, what it really means is – we’ll spend 4 hours making the freshest sushi, most succulent barbecue, crispest salads and tantalising soups that you could ever wish for. And you can have as much as you want. Really, as much as you want. And I’ll just keep making it.
On top of as-much-as-you-want sushi/bbq/salad/soup, I’ll also throw in unlimited wine, table snacks (such as the delicious beef dumplings below), a main course (see even further below) and to top it all off, a ice-cradled dessert platter.
Before I complete this post with more food photos – this was actually our Lau family (plus Alex) Christmas dinner. As Chinese and conflictingly British as we are, we do celebrate Christmas, but we want the tastiest food to celebrate it with – whether it be Japanese 😉
Merry Christmas, everybody!* **
*in my best Dr. Nick voice
**Simpsons fans, you know who you are.