Blunch 2

After a housewife superstar morning running errands in record time, and then meeting my Ethiopian refugee mentee for an hour at Jubilee library computer room (where we found online the Oromo radio broadcasts she used to listen to in Nairobi - the smile that lit up her face was worth the pain of her trying to master a computer mouse), I stopped off at Pompoko for lunch.  I've been there a couple of times before and thought it was OK - it doesn't pretend to be anything other than Japanese (ish) home cooking.  This time I went for the daily special, pork and kimchi on rice.  It was quite tasty but the rice clearly isn't Japanese, lacking the consistency that would have brought on a true nostalgic moment for me.  Also, it is a bit too popular, and I ended up having some language school student's arse stuck in my face while they queued near my table, as well as having to overhear various web developers moan about their jobs.  I might try upstairs next time, but I suspect there might not be a table for one up there.  The iced mugicha tea is nice, but at over a quid for a rather small cup, brings the total to nearer £10 than I would have liked.