An understated gathering of disparate elements with very strong individual personalities - the "fish" was stickily sweet in its alcoholic umeshu glory; the pebble consisted of a milky matcha core encased within a doughy, chewy skin; the black sesame gelato and accompanying sesame brittle had a grainy, granny appeal; and the aged sake consommé, to be poured by the customer into the bowl to form the titular pond (ike or "池"), was essentially a slightly woozy M18-rated soup-tea. Comes across as a thoughtfully conceived and executed concept as opposed to a calculated and soulless "Instagrammable"-geared cash-in, which in itself deserves mucho kudos indeed. 4/5
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This was a hosted meal, courtesy of Non Entrée Desserts.