posted on December 7, 2009 at 6:56 am
Moon and I got hitched on November 21.
The day after the wedding, we fled like fugitives to Paris for our honeymoon and ate what can only be described as a shameful amount of food. But before we get to the all the gory honeymoon gluttony, I want to jump back to a meal before the wedding: the last meal with my parents and sister as a single woman.
For this meal, Japanese was, without a doubt, the only cuisine worthy of such a bittersweet occasion–we are the sentimental sort–because my parents, who will celebrate their 35th wedding anniversary in 2010, started their lives together in Tokyo.
We didn’t want stuffy. We didn’t want sushi. We wanted Japanese soul food in a comforting setting. So, we braved the drive from downtown to Shoya.
Shoya has never been my favorite Japanese spot in Atlanta, but there is a certain conviviality about the place that makes it so very special.
As I predicted, my family went crazy on the menu and ordered way too much food. The meal was perfectly delicious and memorable.
Here’s a taste of what we ordered:
Fried baby shrimp
Housemade oshinko (pickles): we ordered two they were so good.
Miso soup with baby clams
Agedashi tofu (fried tofu in ponzu)
Grilled chicken skin
6035 Peachtree Rd. A-101
Doraville, GA 30360