Started From The Bottom Now We Here

October 15, 2015
SushiSamba London

...started from the bottom now my whole team here.


Powerlunchin' at 40 Floors Above The City, SushiSamba London

Not that I'm a masochist but I do like being proven wrong, at least in this instance: less than half a week since my moan-fest of the woes of I, the freshly-coronated new shopkeeper of Cheshire Street, biding farewell to my glamorous old life of leisurely lunches whenever, wherever. Ah, freelancing - the precarious balancing act of the luxury of time and the scarcity of funds, unless of course you're the type of 'millionaire socialite' my detractors love to accuse me of being. (I'd like to clear the air once and for all: I am not a millionaire but I do have a million hairs)
Everyone knows there's so such thing as a free lunch unless a) you're a blagger, sorry, blogger b) you're a sugarbaby or c) you're using the company credit card. Option A: Not applicable at the mo (I daren't call myself a blogger when I just about knock out two-three sporadic posts a week). Option B: Nah, I'd rather not make a living lying on my back. Option C: Bingo. 'Company credit card' being mummy dearest seeing as she is basically the majority shareholder of Regimental Vintage. It's only by Her Majesty's grace that I could sneak out of the shop (picked up in a car with tinted windows no less) to SushiSamba where for an hour - over a glass of rosé and many plates of Peruvian-Japanese-Brazillian grub, stroking my newly-gifted Prada tote (mummy threw in a Hermes wallet and Anya Hindmarch purse, probably because she's feeling sorry for me) - I could relive my glory days: the days of languid repose where the boredom of being gainfully unemployed were numbed by many a party, afterparty, and frivolous consumerism. Who knew that one day I'd swap out my Creme de La Mer moisturiser for elbow grease? 
#TBT: Throwback Thursday to when regular trips to SushiSamba (funded by mysterious, now no longer-existent sources of income) were my jam + when I had the energy to document the places I go to as well then blog about it the next day. 

SushiSamba London


SushiSamba London

SushiSamba London

SushiSamba is the City Of London power lunch-spot-to-beat: an uninterrupted panorama of the city's landscape where you dine in the sky on photogenic South American-Japanese fusion cuisine. Food for the eyes includes tables of City Boys in subtle displays of one-upmanship and bevies of beauties 'shopping' for husbands who'd provide them a lifetime of leisure. 


Eyeing up mummy's not-so-new Louis Vuitton tote which has only evaded my attention thus far because she sneakily stores it in her office - the only place her new handbags are safe from my sticky fingers. Mummy finally got me to stop nicking her grey Prada by gifting me my own Saffiano Cuir - in my favourite shade - dubbed 'Marble', no less!


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Reckless behaviour: imbibing the juice of the vine in the middle of a workday because I'm already 40 floors-high, so I might as well throw caution to the wind...

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You can count on SushiSamba to take something as modest as iced-matcha and dress it up like a juice...


...never have I seen matcha in such a saturated, almost wheat grass-like green.

SushiSamba London

Tickle your tastebuds with edamame in volcanic salt and lime?

SushiSamba London

Salt and pepper squid with dry miso, shichimi, sea salt, crispy garlic, and smoked soy.

SushiSamba London

I maintain that SushiSamba does one of the moistest, decadently-fatty, and most tender pork belly: glazed in Korumitsu with palmito, orange, and pickled onion.

SushiSamba London

The sunny and inviting colours of these vegetable ribbons almost tempted me into eating salad, but not quite. 
I'm a salad-dodger and proud of it.

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Shrimp tempura slathered with creamy spicy mayo and seasoned in black truffle vinaigrette, topped with snap pea julienne. 
The tempura was also seasoned with miso soup: when a slice slipped off mummy's chopsticks and dived into her soup bowl. Sniggering ensued.

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Samba rolls, because no Japanese meal is complete without fresh, raw fish.

SushiSamba London

My favourite mushroom tobanyaki: poached egg that you prod until it bursts and spills forth its golden yolk all over japanese mushrooms. The gooey goodness contrasts yet compliments the crunchy croutons and garlic chips. 
Absolutely eye-rollingly delicious.

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Some sort of chicken dish that I wasn't especially wowed by. 
The meat was a tad dry, but the rock salt, chilli, and lime made for lovely flavours.

SushiSamba London

Gorgeous, juicy, tender teriyaki (?) beef to dip in egg-white mayo. 
I couldn't get enough of this even though I hogged most of the plate.

Pudding it on: bring out the desserts.

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A conservative classic: 
chocolate banana cake in a moat of maple butter, topped with vanilla rum ice-cream and flying a plantain chip flag.

SushiSamba London

I like my sweet treats to be pretty - I'm doing it for my blog! - so I ordered the gorgeous passion fruit cake. Substance comes with style: the green tea and white chocolate ganache is thick, rich, and incredibly morish, the sweetness of which is the perfect foil to the tart raspberry sorbet. Scatter some coconut tuile, fresh raspberries, and passion fruit seeds; and you have a winner.

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Although I will admit that my favourite pudding at SushiSamba is decidedly more humble in its presentation...

SushiSamba London

Simple does it. Assorted mochi (that's a soft japanese rice cake filled with ice cream) in several flavours - my favourite are the mango, coconut, and sesame - on sticks, to be dipped in the warm white chocolate sauce that comes with the platter. I'm glad that SushiSamba doesn't try to be too clever with mochi - a classic like this doesn't need much work, and shouldn't be overly complex. Some things are perfect the way there are, and mochi is one of those things. Oishii ne!

A Wednesday SushiSamba power lunch was just the vaulting pole I needed to get me over the Humpday. How's that for beating the mid-week slump? You'd think a reminder of days-gone-by would be borderline depressing, but no, I actually enjoyed yesterday's reunion with the lush life that once was. Ironic how I'm now too busy to enjoy the fruits of my labour. But as with vintage, some things taste better the longer you wait. By that logic, the rarer the treats = the more enjoyable they are? A mind-boggling concept I'm only just wrapping my head around...Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wrap a cheese sandwich to take to work and eat in my shop when noone is looking. Ah, the life of a shopkeeper! x


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