Piatto Suzuki, just around the corner from Aile Blanche. In this case I at least had Tabelog on my side, saying AB is 25th best out of Tokyo's 1700 French restaurants, but for once even the rating failed.
This is a small restaurant - it's rather like a reasonably-sized apartment that was converted, and it has only 15-ish seats in this room, plus a small semi-private room behind a curtain, and what must be a tiny kitchen. I was puzzled by the service right away, but that's never enough to put me off my feed.
Kitakata-style with small slices of cured ham, and cleverly hiding a set of melon balls (did I ever tell you that story about high school?). The melons were extremely soft and ripe.
The quail was pretty dull too. It was a bit gummy, and there was something disturbingly artificial-tasting in the sauce (which I'm sure was laboriously crafted).
Satis) toilet - a stalactite statue, crystal light fixture, and double-framed card of shapely hips and buttocks. This kind of quirk was the last thing I expected after our pedestrian meal, and it made me wonder if there's something better lurking in the kitchen, only coming out at night.
You want to find out? Go right ahead without me.