Jardin Iwaki was a delicious apogee, a glorious apex to our first day in Montreal. It was the owner cooking and serving us in his restaurant. It was a true privilege. I was honored to be there and it was a dream to eat his food.
It was dish after dish of art. Each one was beautiful and each one was delicious. Delicious is too mild a word for this loveliness.
I felt a little weird being at Jardin Iwaki being served by such an artist as the owner. He was working so hard and being so gracious to us. I don't know how he prepared so many sequential dishes. I know I'm saying this again, but this was a real honor.
He streamed jazz from a computer. The decor was homey. The bathroom was in the basement and accessible with a key to a padlocked door. It all felt more like being in his home. It was very intimate. It was a beautiful experience.