Year of Eating Differently (92): Satsuma, Wardour Street

Ten years ago, this seemed a contender to Wagamama; noodles, a series of wooden benches where you sat facing your dinnertime companion, a similar minimally-laid out menu. These days, less so. While Wagamama has grown into a behemoth, there are few Satsumas around. On the positive side, this allows them to retain a staff of other-worldly beings; in this case a couple of random Scandinavian servers (Caira and Anders) and some Japanese people.
Furthermore, you get more on the menu. It costs more too, but it's good to get a bento in London. I was pretty much stuffed after I'd eaten all of this:

On the downside, you don't get any citrus fruit after you've finished your meal. But to be fair, the place is more likely to be named after the province in Kagoshima. But that's just a guess. Maybe there's a huge pile of fruit out back somewhere.

Year of Eating Differently (28): Crussh, Broadwick Street

A brightly lit juice bar, full of smoothies and other reprehensibly-healthy fare. I had a moment of nostalgia here; they were playing the Mark Ronson reworking of Radiohead's Just - I first heard this one night on X fm, driving back down to Folkestone and listening to the Cuban Brothers' barrage of eccentricities. And this was back in the day only slightly, before Ronson became hated for redoing a Smiths song and making it less depressing than the original.
So anyhow: another bento of sushi, hurrah. A little cheaper than the Itsu one, but no chopsticks, goddammit! Also, the presence of all this rocket salad is a mixed blessing at best - rather fiddly to eat out of a bento, regardless of whether you're using hanshi or a knife and fork. Grated carrot isn't bad either, and considering I was intending on a dirty burger from Nando's today, doing substantially better than I might have expected. (Did eat some crisps as well though, but I'm at kempo tonight and that should burn it off)
Oh, and the wasabi here is a bit stronger. I'm currently blinded with tears, my nose and throat are on fire - it's tremendous. Maybe a bit less next time though...

Year of Eating Differently (24): Itsu, Wardour Street

Jolly good work this: a second day of Japanese food, although this time with a French woman behind the counter. Bento is a simple way to get some food in you, and there's a good amount of wasabi paste to spread on the sushi. I'd actually forgotten how good this stuff tastes - must be at least 6 months since I had any sushi at all. However, all and sundry are suffering from aggressiveness at the moment - when asked by the counter lady if I wanted a bag, had to bite my lip from yelling "Do I ****ing well look like I want a bag?" - why would that be? Is it the strain of a year in London, finally breaking my psyche? Or should I have got more sleep last night, rather than staggering back from the Castle at well past 11 and then having to feed the cat (a lazy feline that failed to wake me at the proper time this morning, I must add)