B.J
While watching a TV segment about a restaurant visited by 39-brother, I found it amusing that my wife, who loves grilled eel, was leaning forward, completely mesmerized. When I brought it up during dinner, my son and S-chan also became very interested, leading to the decision, “Well, it seems we can make a reservation for lunch, let’s go!” We arrived at "Tsushima Aburi-dokoro Yankomo," located right in front of the newly renovated Zassho-Kuma Station. Finding parking was a bit of a challenge due to one-way streets and no-entry signs, so it would be wise to check the area beforehand.
As I approached, I said, “Excuse me, I have a reservation…” but before I finished, they immediately called out, “Is that you, ◯◯-san? Please come this way,” and we were led to a table in the back. We were told to call when we decided on our orders, so we reviewed the menu. My wife and S-chan immediately chose the “Tsushima Anago Don (Eel Rice Bowl) for 1,320 yen,” and I wanted that too but ended up settling on “Tsushima Tonchan (Pork) for 1,100 yen,” which was mentioned as the soul food of Tsushima. My son decided on the “Chicken Aburi Lunch for 1,320 yen,” likely to support my dining review.
It's a minor point, but although the restaurant’s name has “Tsushima” in it, the menu shows it as “対馬” instead of “對馬.” I wondered why. I pressed the call button to place our order, but they replied unenthusiastically, “Sorry, we’re out of tonchan…” We whispered and deliberated. My son suggested he would go for the chicken, and I could have the eel. But he added, "No, I'm set on the chicken." I replied, “Let’s just order two of each,” and told the owner, “We’ll have two Anago Don and two Chicken Aburi, please.”
With an affirmative “Okay!” from the owner, I suddenly remembered, “Oh! I forgot to ask for the rice to be large-sized. What do you want to do?” My son said he wanted a large too. I hurried to the counter and said, “Excuse me, can we please make the chicken lunch a large?” After a bit of a wait, around ten minutes, the food started arriving on a portable stove. The expressions on my wife and S-chan’s faces upon seeing the eel were priceless; they were huge with thick meat. They seemed to convey, “What is this? Is this really 1,320 yen?!”
The chicken, in contrast, looked a bit sad and lacked impact. Each piece was quite small, comparable to having just a couple of pieces fit into a die-shaped candy. Regardless, my son and I were determined to enjoy our meal. The ambiance was delightful, but the chicken lacked seasoning. Additionally, the sauce was in a separate dish.
We wondered if we would run short on food and thought we could ask for more if needed. The pickled potato salad and smoked bacon were quite delicious, prompting much chatter from my wife and S-chan. Since I don’t eat mayo, my son quickly finished that off. They both exclaimed, “This is so good!” The pickled radish served on the side was also tasty! Meanwhile, my wife and S-chan eagerly dug into their eel while my son and I were quietly eating our food. It was quite a surreal sight, but the sauce from the eel was incredibly good.
Recalling our visit to another poultry restaurant, I noted that the price might be similar, but the quality and volume were significantly different. The chicken wings were notably unseasoned, and you couldn’t smother them in sauce until they were grilled and pulled apart. Eating them plain wasn’t particularly enjoyable. I suggested they reconsider that menu item. Refills of rice were 165 yen, but large servings were free.
After finishing, we settled up our bill and browsed the adjoining shop. I couldn’t find any of the pickled radish. I asked, “Excuse me, the pickled radish that came with our meal was incredibly delicious; is it for sale?” They responded, “Thank you! We don’t have enough to sell, unfortunately.” I also mentioned how fragrant and tasty the yuzu pepper was, but was told it wouldn’t be available for sale either.
We secured some eel for ourselves along with some miso and burnt soy sauce pudding that S-chan had been eyeing. After paying, it was time to head home. Next, three of us would return for more eel, while my son would try the tonchan, which he hadn’t been able to have this time. Thank you for the meal!