One of my life long dreams is to have a pillow fight on a bed made out of fluffy clouds with 27 supermodel-grade females. So I set out and scoured every sushi joint in order to realise my plausible dream. All became too hard after 4 hours on the yellow pages until my girlfriend Miranda Kerr told me “why don’t you try Sokyo at the Star?”
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Tasted by Phillip Nom/ September 2nd, 2012 | loves
One day I stumbled upon a restaurant called ‘Rise’ and immediately stormed into the front entrance in my pyjamas demanding that the chef summon his own inner strength and leap ... More
Tasted by Phillip Nom/ August 1st, 2012 | loves
In the leafy streets of Surry Hipster Hills, a new Japanese powerhouse with killer produce assembled with a modern Tokyo edge has emerged from the rubble. Amazingly, no milk crates ... More
Tasted by Phillip Nom/ June 30th, 2012 | loves
Armed with $110.90, I could not quite afford entry into the high rollers poker club but I was getting rather peckish in a manly Bond way. And what can be ... More
Tasted by Phillip Nom/ June 14th, 2012 | loves
One morning, some dude wearing a bandana woke up in a sweat and said to himself “Japanese and Jazz both start with the letter J!” And from there, restaurant history ... More
Tasted by Phillip Nom/ June 3rd, 2012 | loves
Oscillate Wildly is another perfect case study of outstanding deception. Blink and you’ll miss the unassuming shop front that encloses a space no bigger than a garden gnomes shoe box ... More
