DAISY WAUGH is right on the nail in her restaurant review of Tatsuso (Review, 29 May). My main memory of Arisugawa in Percy Street is the slowly dawning realisation that we were never going to satisfy our hunger. We hadn't eaten in a Japanese restaurant before and asked the (English) waitress's advice. Although she must have known that what we had ordered wouldn't fill a small rodent, she said it was probably enough. A series of minute and delectable dishes arrived, each more expensive than the last. As we munched tiny nests of seaweed and thimbles of saki, businessmen around us tucked into tureens of soup and large platters of seafood. Unfortunately it wasn't the sort of place where you could say 'Bring me what they're having', and the bill by now was crippling. Our meal for two cost pounds 75, and we had to buy chocolate afterwards as well.