The restaurant that knows details matter

As much as we sounded very convicted yesterday that the simple things in life are the only genuine happiness that last, here i am today indulging in guilty pleasures of dining in a concept restaurant.

It's been awhile since i've dined at really awesome places.

Ma Maison isn't atas fine dining. Rather, it's a small little japanese-western restaurant tucked away at a corner that offers the dark woody english cottage interior setting against the kind of narrow longish open-concept kitchen that's common in the restaurants you see in japan. When i asked the petite pretty yet rock-looking waitress with short wispy hair, that's slightly and stylishly moussed, about the owner and chef, she replied with such a sweet disposition saying cheerfully "oh the owner's the chef and the chef's the owner".

There's as much details in the food as there are all around in the restaurant's interior. We had escargots, smoked salmon, grilled chicken with garlic and katsu (pork cultlet). They would start off with bringing you 3 different kinds of sauces according to the types of food you ordered. We had japanese sweet sauce 1 for the smoked salmon salad in a transparent glass container that has a metal latch, sweet sauce 2 for the katsu in a dark blue porcelain teapot and some salt sauce in a transparent pepper shaver dispenser. My iced coffee (yes u heard me right. i needed the caffeine to burn midnight oil tonight) came in a tarnished-gold metal mug ala the soldier's mug..the kind of things i like. Different types of vintage lamps were placed on the different tables and mine was a stained glass one. Behind me is a kitchen setting of all the "rusty-looking" pots and pans hanging alongside the brick wall and vintage coco-cola and 7up glass bottles - not those you find in bangkok's chatuchap market but i assume these are from olden america. And the stereo plays away with golden tunes like unchained melody! omg can you beat that! i'm a cheesy old soul. And your bill comes in the form of a metal brass key + tag that's pretty heavy and approximately the size of your open palm which you will bring to the cashier to make your payment...reminds me of the inn keys in lotr.

I might just wanna have a quiet birthday dinner here C: If only it's snowing outside.