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Shokudo Pasta.


Had my dinner with girlfriend at Shokudo just now. We went to that outlet at Citylink, which sell Japanese Pasta. I think previously ZQ went to the other outlet at Raffles City.

Perhaps as it was a Monday evening, there was no queue and we got our seat promptly. The ambiance of the restaurant gave me a Japanese High School/Slamdunk kinda feeling. I am not sure how to describe that. But my girlfriend disagreed. According to her, Shokudo means "canteen" in Japanese!

After going thru' the menu for more than five minutes, we settled for pasta (they have curry rice too! Must try it next time!). There was great variety in the menu, pasta in different sauces.

I ordered the Salmon Butter Yaki Ikura with wafu sauce.


I am not sure what exactly is wafu sauce. It tasted of olive oil and parsley. Whatever sauce "wafu" is, it tasted so so. The salmon was not bad tho', the roe was fantastic. It tasted like little bubbles that burst in my mouth with the slights movement of my mouth. And when it burst, I could taste the sauce while the roe melted away. As it was the first time I ate salmon roe, I wasn't sure if it was supposed to taste like this. It was definitely different from what I expected.

My girlfriend ordered Chicken and Asparagus with cream sauce.


The chicken wasn't nice at all. In fact it was too tough for me. However the sauce was nice. It wasn't the normal cream you get with pasta. The pinkish cream tasted of tomato. Very refreshing indeed.

Overall, the food was not too bad. I will probably return to try the other dishes. The service was really good too. Got the manager's attention with just a glance at him, and the waitress topped up our ice water promptly - the hallmark of good service!

Good food, good service, deserves recommendation. =)
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