On Sunday, husband was in one of those moods where he wanted to go out for the evening, but he didn’t quite know where. He fancied food of some sort but he vetoed suggestions for pizza or burritos or a curry. None of our usual haunts sounded appealing. We even got google maps up and wandered its virtual streets to see if anything piqued his interest. Yes, he wants to try Hasheba, but not today thanks. Tapas sounds good but not the walk all the way to the Northern Quarter. In the end, we put on our coats to hit the streets for some fresh air and see where our noses took us.
We headed off in the direction of town and found ourselves walking by Oishi-Q. We have passed this place countless times over the years and whilst it has been on our hit list of places to try, we hadn’t quite made it yet.
After a quick perusal of the menu, husband declared it a winner and off we went inside.
The food was tasty and steaming hot. We had the ramen and chicken karaage. We talked of visiting Japan one day. Soon, I hope.
We ended the evening with a nightcap at Sandbar before walking home in the winter chill.