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| - I told Kathy that she may choose any restaurant in the city, and I will treat her to her heart's content. From the amber lights of Sotto Sotto, to the arrogance of staring down at pedestrians while sipping wine from the Shangri-la bar--Toronto was her oyster. So when she said "Tokyo Sushi", the thought of sushi was all I could use to keep my head from falling off. There is such a thing as being 'too' down to Earth.
Finding parking is harder than finding true love on the street this restaurant is located. A short winding stretching the length of two buildings that would never conjure tourist or locals to tilt their heads to look, the unassuming restaurant is gilded with photos of Hollywood celebrities that have actually eaten here. Makes sense, celebrities don't have to park their own cars.
Two sushi chefs, one waitress and a bus boy manned the empty restaurant. Kathy and I took our seats and began scrolling through the massive menu. The sea urchin was out of season, so my wallet breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't like sea urchin anyway, Kathy was disappointed, and so I got us the soft shell crab, and Kirin beer.
Miso soup, tako wasa, spider roll, salmon roe sushi, squid (10 pcs), jumbo dragon roll, herring roe sashimi, jumbo dragon roll again, soft shell crab. Oh yes, I kept the receipt.
I never had squid sashimi before, and I wouldn't have been such a big fan if it weren't for the highly unique and flavourful sauce it came with. The texture was completely different from when it's cooked, but I managed to gobble down at least four pieces. The jumbo dragon roll was worth ordering again. The waitress was surprised to receive another order from me when she initially approached us for the bill. The sushi chefs were very pleased with this gesture of hunger, and made the second serving extra special. I could just tell they did.
As Kathy and I sat in this sushi house, I pondered the walls for excuses to place negative judgment. I couldn't really find any. I know that this isn't completely reflective of the sushi in Tokyo, there is absolutely a whitewashing of the food, but it was good, and retained enough of its authentic characteristic that I didn't feel pretentious ordering the Japanese beer, despite it being Japanese industrial beer.
Can we change that? Can we start importing Japanese craft beer? Those guys won the international awards more than anyone in the modern world!
My palate is beyond adventurous, but I did have to summon up some courage to devour that octopus sashimi. I wonder how the Korean do it eating that thing whole, alive with no garnish. Crazy savages. Definitely on the bucket list.
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