last summer, a friend recommended "the ocean at the end of the lane" and i devoured it one train ride, although got slightly spooked in parts and had to stop reading when home alone, only to be reassured that it really wasn't that scary and i was being a big chicken. anyway, since started to refer to the family we wish we had as "ocean family". friend's ocean family were neighbours who included in trips that own family didn't take) and my ocean family i suppose would be our closest family friends who are so warm and inclusive one can't help feel part of their family. siblings and i have grown up with their similarly-aged children (now referred to as 'young adults' haha) and have spent many happy hours together. they were in london briefly when child #3 graduated with a starred first (!!!) and we were only too happy to join the celebration. the omakase at roka is superlative and only got the first and last course but there was much pretty plating in between. it's always a good night with the oceans and there are few people i feel as comfortable with as i do with them. still get twangs of nostalgia every time i pass their london flat and remember how it was a refuge when i first moved to the UK, thanksgiving dinner and other times when i just needed a break. have spent countless hours on that sofa and have seen it through more than a few rounds of housemates and home improvement.
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