Akasaka

Related to the previous post about Subway, there are just times when you are living abroad that you HAVE to get comfort foods. Unfortunately for us, our comfort food happens to be one of the most expensive around—Japanese—and in Chennai, this means the most expensive restaurant in the city—Akasaka. However, it would be accurate to state that Akasaka has been a vital part of our time in India. Not only in the regular provision of Japanese rice, Kaia’s onigiri, occasional sushi (yes, we have eaten sushi in India!), and my donburis, but also in that this was how we were put into contact with Joyce, who’s ‘Uncle Cyril’ is the manager there. Back in April of last year, we were talking to him about the need to find someone to help out with Kaia and he recommended her to us. The staff at Akasaka are really, really great. In addition to Cyril, there are Joseph, Vincent, Ryan, Elvis (yes, the King works here) and Jagan. The owners are Japanese and they have two grandchildren who are a bit older than Kaia and who run around, thoroughly entertaining him.

Like Subway, it isn’t that the food is so great—to be sure it is marginal at best Japanese food—but it certainly does the trick, I just wish that it did the trick at half the price! When I did a quick tally of all of our Akasaka receipts from the past year, they came to close to $1,000! Hmm, I wonder if that has something to do with the good service;) But we have nothing to complain about with our relationship with Akasaka. It has also been a great entry point into the Japanese expat community and we’ve been invited to a number of really fun, swanky events.

Why I Love this Time: Kaia’s turtles and fish in the Akasaka fish tanks.