Filed under: Food Writing
I consider myself an adventurous eater and it’s very rare that I encounter something that I find inedible, but I met my match last weekend at Hurry Curry. It wasn’t inedible in the sense that it was bad, per se. It was just….odd.
What did I eat? The famed chicken pasta at Hurry Curry of Tokyo. The ingredients? Pasta, fried chicken, onions, and some kind of tangy sauce rather like a marriage of tahini and honey mustard. To be fair, I was warned that the combination would be a bit jarring and I’d read about the dish online, but I really wasn’t prepared.
The pasta was perfectly cooked and the fried chicken had a flavorful crust but it was the sauce that lost me. On the one hand, it did provide a nice creamy counterpoint that could have tied it all together had it not tasted exactly like the chicken tender dipping sauce at my childhood all-night diner. I couldn’t get past it. I still can’t tell if it was the memory that ruined it for me or if the chicken pasta was truly weird. Not that it matters. I can cross this one off the Must Try List and move along to brighter options.
