Sydney Food Diary: Nakano Darling, Darling Square

With some smart design, it really feels like you could be in Japan. Stepping through an opening in a corrugated iron wall (and out of torrential rains), there are a few low tables, a number of high tables surrounded by colourful neon signs, and a few normal tables.

There’s a huge screen playing trippy Japanese commercials. The young, personable Japanese staff rush around to make sure you’re fed and watered.

From our view, at a low table near the entrance, looking out the doorway, we could imagine being in a bar in Osaka or Tokyo.

I mean, the space wouldn’t be so large (and the kitchen and bar are big) in Japan, but we loved the vibe.

Hot sake was perfect for a night like this and we matched it with a whole bunch of small dishes, Izakaya.

Not a bad philosophy really, food to go with drinking, rather than a drink to go with a meal.

Edamame. A flat omelette.

Octopus karaage. Chicken karaage. Gyoza.

The one that stood out was a pickled mackerel, delicate with some texture, but just the right amount of ginger and vinegar to offset the fat-laden flesh. A beautiful dish.

The others were pretty regular fare, really, nothing special, but we liked the place so much, we didn’t care much. We’ll be back.

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2 Responses to Sydney Food Diary: Nakano Darling, Darling Square

  1. Ross says:

    Like life itself Nakano Darling is a balancing act. Is it a part of japan magically transported to Sydney? Or is it a Disneyworld fake experience.

    The Duke of Clarence suffers the same question. Is it really a London pub.

    I used to visit Japan for work in the bubble years. They were incredible and incredibly expensive times That burned deep in the consciousness of a young man.

    Nights of phenomenally expensive meals with clients, of dancing in Julianas, of Rapongi clubs, and nights that always seemed to end in a tiny, refrigerator sized Izakaya. Jostling shoulder to shoulder with salaryman who should have gone home hours ago. Bizarre conversations shouted above the noise.

    I am not sure if I loved the bubble atmosphere. The last days of Rome. The hard drinking and to hell with it all. Or maybe I was in love with being young and having fun.

    I married a Japanese girl. We live near Nakano Darling and go often. Sometimes for a few seconds it is the late 80s.

    I like it.

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