I made the pilgrimage to Fukuyoshi, the Melting Hamburg Steak Sanctuary. Over a month since its grand opening, yet the faithful still form lines *before* the doors even open. Madness? No, meat-driven devotion.
I had attempted a visit two weeks ago, only to be greeted by a line of carnivorous zealots at noon. This time, I came prepared—and early. Despite that, we waited about 15–20 minutes, as those with reservations were seated first. Our party of three? Ushered to a roomy six-seater. The comfort? Chef’s kiss.
The Menu? A Holy Trinity
Hamburg Set Meal.
Harami (Skirt Steak) Set Meal.
Curry. Yes, curry too. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
These appear to be the foundational offerings, each customizable with toppings and sizes galore.
Tor-kun and I went with the Hamburg & Harami Combo Set. My wife opted for the Hamburg-only set. All of us wisely chose size “S” for our maiden voyage. Curry on a first visit? That’s a level of chaos even I can’t embrace…
The Combo—A Meat Lover’s Dream
After plating, the staff ignites your grill. You control the doneness. Rare, medium, charred rebellion—go wild.
My wife’s Hamburg set, a symphony of beef aroma and umami, looked like this:
The beefy fragrance alone could awaken the ancient carnivore in anyone.
The Ritual: Mid-Meal Transformation
As the meal winds down, slide your rice onto the still-hot grill, sprinkle with garlic salt—and voila! You’ve summoned Garlic Rice Nirvana. Now the rice drinks up every drop of beef essence. Perfection on a plate.
The Arsenal
Every table has a condiment brigade: Hamburg sauce, steak sauce, soy sauce, salt, garlic salt, black pepper—choose your weapons.
Rice refills? Available. A group of young ladies proved so, darting toward the central rice cooker. But us old-timers? Size S was just right. No refill rebellion necessary.
One final observation: this place is practically run by estrogen. Women everywhere. The steak temple has been claimed.
Fin.
“Who run the world? Girls.”
— Beyoncé
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