孤高のグルメ☆
Hello, everyone! It's Gourmet King, your faithful servant of cuisine ☆ I had a hunch, so I decided to visit "Kondo" in Ginza. Oh, I see, the master is 76 years old this year. Does that mean I'm getting older too? "Kondo" in Ginza has continuously earned two Michelin stars since 2009, but opinions about it are quite divided. Some say: "The stay is too short!", "The drinks selection is lacking!", "The sweet potato/tempura is not sticky or sweet enough", "Dishes come out too quickly, can't relax!", "Not as delicious as expected. There are others at this level." Well, that's better than those who say, "I can't eat tempura because it's oily," "I hate tempura because it gives me heartburn," "Tempura is not as fun to eat as sushi," "Tempura is the same everywhere, might as well go to a random place," or "It's okay, I eat a lot of fried food at Western-style restaurants." Have any of you ever made tempura? No? Isn't that like commentating on baseball without ever having played it? Or talking about makeup without ever putting it on? Saying it's okay because it's personal preference and individual opinion? Really? Tempura may seem simple, but it requires great skill and technique, making it a valuable experience in your life. If you do it carelessly, you'll end up with half-cooked sausages or burnt doughnuts in no time (laughs). After riding the cramped elevator to the 9th floor, ding! (*_*) I pass through the curtain, and the staff quickly approaches. Staff: "Are you Gourmet King, who made a reservation for 12 o'clock? Thank you for coming today. Right this way, please." "Welcome!" "Welcome!" "Welcome!" Me: "Thank you very much! I'm looking forward to it ♬" On the right side of the counter, there's Kondo Bunjiro, who has been staring at the pot of oil for many years, his neck bending forward more and more with age, but still diligently watching the pot. Oh, he seems to be in good health (*_*) Seeing Mr. Kondo's unique posture, I couldn't help but think of the diary of Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564), who spent four years single-handedly painting the huge ceiling fresco of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican City. "My right arm, my brush, are always above my face. My sweat and paint surrender to their weight, dripping down to the distant floor, creating elaborate patterns. My facial skin is pulled downwards, my neck bent at a right angle, my hair tightly bound at the back. Intense pain shoots through my neck and back, accumulating over time. I dream frequently of falling and dying. My leg bones pierce through my hips, finally stopping at my buttocks. Unable to see my feet, I shuffle slowly in the direction of the brush. My contorted figure resembles a Syrian bow." Despite the certainty of death from a fall, he exploded with immense talent, constantly exploited by the powerful of his time, completing the ceiling painting of the chapel despite the pain and suffering (1508-1512). The "Last Judgment" section, done 20 years later, is considered a "failure". Recognizing such distortions is what we call "aesthetic sense". "Silenzioso, Silenzioso./Quietly, quietly." "No Photo, No Photo." I spent a full 30 days in the Vatican City and around 70-80 hours inside that chapel during my life, so when I close my eyes, that space always vividly appears before me. Leonardo da Vinci, 25 years older, faced overwhelming workload in his homeland Italy, to the point of losing his place during the Renaissance period in Florence.