I had a need last Saturday; a need for katsu.
I didn’t go to Mio Sushi, though. I’m not sure what led me to turn left instead of right at Hawthorne and 39th, I’m not sure why I rolled into Toney Bento, but I do know why I didn’t walk out when I realised they didn’t have pork katsu, just chicken.
Because I was hungry, damnit.
The restaurant is small and dim, and while I had planned to sit down and eat, a small headache I’d been nursing all day decided that was a good time to become a Mighty Morphing Power Migrane, so after the nice guy behind the counter got done laughing at me for being a sillyhead who couldn’t figure out where the menus were, I placed my order for the chicken katsu to go.
Reason #1 why Toney Bento Chicken Katsu kicks butt: they offer a choice between white or brown rice for the side.
If I had to pick one thing to eat for the rest of my life, it would be brown rice. White rice is okay, but I loves the brown rice.
My white plastic bag o’ food was handed to me, and I managed to make my way back to the Electric Blue Sofa of Doom without incident. I popped it open, and they’d helpfully provided both chopsticks and a plastic fork. A Mighty Morphing Power Migrane does not make fine motor skills easier, so I went with the fork and dug in.
Reason #2 why Toney Bento Chicken Katsu kicks butt: good katsu sauce!
Man, I could smell it when I popped the box open. Yum, yum, just the right mix of Worchester and ketchup. I don’t know if it’s jarred or homemade, but pour it in a martini glass and get out of my way.
Reason #3 why Toney Bento Chicken Katsu kicks butt: Good fry.
The fry on that puppy was crunchy even after 15 minutes of sweating in a plastic box next to rice and a (rather sad) iceberg salad. Oh, it tasted so lovely. I’m eyeing my Ginger Scallion stir-fry right now and wishing it would magically turn into chicken katsu.
Reviews and stuff say that it’s a friendly place with excellent udon and ramen, but I haven’t tried that. Yet. Definately going back, though. Mmm. Katsu.