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They specialize in both Chinese and Japanese but lean more towards Chinese. Being that I seem to be on a sashimi track of late and had been wanting to try Chirashi for some time, I went with that instead of the Una-Ju (boiled eel), which I came very close to ordering.
I dunno, I keep trying sashimi wherever it is sold, and it's all...good. Kiyoshi's chirashi came with the required salmon and tuna, both so luxuriously lardy you forget you're eating meat. Also in the mix was some crab and shrimp with the everpresent wasabi, daikon, and pickled ginger (never use 'em anymore since I like to taste the fish by itself). The crab and shrimp were both slightly weak partners in that they were just a little tough albeit still more than edible.
I've read that chirashi rice is supposed to be seasoned, vinegary, but I barely tasted the rice at all. All in all though, I'm glad I ordered it, the salmon and tuna making the artful bowl of grub sing.
The generous portion of miso soup that came before my chirashi was just as flavorful as any I've had so far with its cloudy broth and tofu cubes bobbing up and down.
Kay got a sushi combo I can't recall the exact name of, nor can I recall everything she had on her plate, but oh how I coveted her lunch, drooling at the kind of exquisite plating of food you just can't get via takeout. Who thinks to snap a photo when they're starving, y'know?
We chose something called Tiger Eyes as our appetizer, and no they were not really the eyes of big, dangerous felines. Rather they were calamari rings filled with cream cheese and a particularly smoky salmon. I believe we got 6 pieces, and Kay and I protected our respective shares upon initial chomp; the sign of a decent starter.
Our desserts were interesting. They were out of fried ice cream, something that has seemingly become a standard in Asian restaurants these days, so I simply went with cheesecake. Kay got something called Mochi.
I never thought that the zenith of my cheesecake experience would be had in an Asian bistro. This was seriously ideal. The cake itself was so delicate and had such a beautiful, subtle, and creamy flavor that Cheesecake Factory became a joke. However, when I asked the server about it, he admitted that they bring it in from elsewhere and that he had forgotten where they bought it from! Tragic. He did mention the Strip District, but other than that, it had slipped his mind. Perhaps an investigation is in order.
Kay's Mochi came in more than the 2 pieces Kiyoshi lists on their menu An exotic and unique dessert, mochi (for the uninitiated) is a rice paste that is kneaded into a form of dough. It can be used for a number of applications, but in this case serves to house spheres of ice cream, Kiyoshi offering several flavors to choose from, Kay picking red bean. Never has something concurrently tasted so ancient yet futuristic to me, the red bean ice cream being an out-of-the-box choice. If any dessert could marvel the taste buds in its simple execution yet complicated and oddly delightful essence, this was it. And I'm sorry, chocolate and vanilla wouldn't have cut it here, that blubbery coating just being too wonderfully alien to contain traditional ice cream varieties. In 2099, you'll find Mochi ice cream trucks stopping in front of your pad.
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