Before I get to the rest of it, let me tell you now that my bill was £133.40. How many drinks? Six, to be fair, two-thirds of which were martinis. And I was in a bar in Whitehall, where politicians flash our money by way of expense accounts that are scrutinised but soon forgotten about. But it was a bit much for a Tuesday, whatever the environs.
I didn’t even get carried away: repeat rounds merely happened because Kioku is the work of chef Endo Kazutoshi, who delivers luxury with absolution. The sake list is long and the cocktails polished.
