Many years ago I visited the confusingly Irish/Japanese-named Ohara (and who knows what the CIA means either?) as one of the very last lunches I ever ate as a Roppongi-based worker. Reading that review gives me more confidence in my much-derided one-visit policy - it was mainly the same when we went for dinner, although of course much more involved. It's a nice place. However, there is no reason in the world for it to get the same Tabelog scores as Merveille.
Oggi Dal Matto, and of course these blocks of Nishiaz are quietly packed with other great restaurants.
Ohara seems to be doing a good business in events. The web shows how you can trick out the stairs and open atrium at the bottom to be perfect for intimate weddings, while the large doors and glass wall into the restaurant would make it perfect for a reception.
This is a nice piece of sea bass, topped with a highly-seasoned scallop mousse. And the bok choy in the back conceals a delightfully-seared scallop too. The best thing about this plate, however, was easily the champagne-tomato-cream sauce, which made us wish the bread was served a bit more regularly so we would have had something to finish the sauce with.
Aside from the food, my favorite moment of the night came when the waiter was seeing us off outside and I presented my card. (Yeah, I had cards made up for the blog. They just say 'Jon' and have the address and email. Now that I got them, I don't really like giving them out because it feels like "Haha, you've been inspected!" but I'm just trying to be friendly.) As soon as he saw it, his face droppedand his mouth turned slightly with a distinct look of "Shit, we've been inspected. Did anything go wrong for this table?"
Nope, not really.