Stuffed Our Faces at Tomahawk

Had a lovely dinner with the friends at Tomahawk in celebration of the man turning 47. This is just three years away from turning 50. *gasp* 50! It was supposed to be just the man and I plus Choya for dinner. Then the friends wanted to join us too. Okaaaaay! Come! Too bad Chewie the Cat isn't fond of 'going out'; she stayed at home. 

There was plenty of space at the restaurant on a week day night, but parking in this area is crazy dicey. While that was okay during the lockdown, the restaurants along the stretch suffered. The road works for the new train line have changed major turn-ins to buildings. With restrictions lifted yesterday, Novena Gardens and Novena Regency are seeing an increased number of humans at restaurants. If you don't get to those two carparks early, they'll be full by 7pm. Most people park at Revenue House and walk.

This restaurant has evolved from a pasta-fusion steak bistro as 'Pasta J', then into slightly more experimental and focusing on aged wagyu tomahawks as 'O'maJ' and finally now as a full fledged wagyu steakhouse, Tomahawk. Their menu changes ever so slightly quarterly. This is nice, but it also meant this isn't a restaurant we can pop into often because our stomachs can't bear this much food. We'd need to share with another two friends at the minimum. We want a range of menu items on the table and taste different flavors of the dishes.   

Tonight, there was no way we could do a 1.2 or 1.5 kg tomahawk. That would simply kill us and send me into indigestion purgatory. We opted to share a small 300g Galiciana vintage boneless striploin between us. And ordered loads of other items — lamb empanadas, salted fish burratina, clam chowder, beefy tomato soup, lamb shank, seafood squid ink lobster stock risotto, Yorkshire pudding, and twice sautéed shrooms. All wonderful. I do love Yorkshire pudding. It goes with everything!

The restaurant accommodated our special request for fish. They seared four portions of grouper on squid ink mash, just for the man's birthday. Their fish is honestly as good as their steaks, if not better. Fish is always market-fresh and they don't have it on the permanent menu. It's a pre-order, and they can't promise that they have fresh fish till the day of our reservation. 

Four of us polished off two bottles of red (Capitel Monte Olmi Amarone della Valpolicella Classico Riserva 2015), and still left at 10.30pm. Heh! After two years of being hemmed in by pandemic rules, we can finally be rid of the no-alcohol after 10.30pm rule. Bars and restaurants could open till midnight now if they choose to. The irony? Both the man and I know that we wouldn't be able to stay out beyond 11pm. I'm pretty tired nowadays by 10pm. I can't stay out late because I need to walk the dog for the last pee of the day, and to feed her supper.