O-ka-mé, a wondrous warm-wooded sanctum seating all of twenty people, adjuncture to the Copthorne Waterfront, along the thankfully still-undiscovered Robertson Quay-Waterfront Plaza stretch. Where the streets are not paved with gold, but studded with prismatic sequins. Here you may also find a fabulous bridge of modernist antic, giving the illusion of a skewed declension by rising like a boomerang in oblique flight.

Slinky-smoky shishamo
Delicately deliquescent crumbcased oysters
Ume-shiso maki (preserved plum/suan1mei2 and perilla leaf); nori still bites crisp over cusp of tooth
Magical, magical sweet potato tempura
Tamago sushi with a floppy slab of sweet egg draped over a pressed parcel of rice half its size: a gently gambolling snow-white lamb being indecorously mounted and buggered by a swaggering randy ram.