Phil had enouraged us to dine at Roku, a tremendously good robata restaurant a short taxi ride from here, but by the time we got to our hotel (and made our obligatory Forbidden Planet trip) we just weren't up to it. Instead we went to Cafe Pasta, the reliable little Italian place we always wind up at, a few doors down from the hotel.
Kristiana's grilled chicken salad went over well, and I had a salad with a grilled swordfish steak dabbed with a little pesto that was just wonderful. It's no Roku, I'm sure, but they always serve something that really hits the spot.
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