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| - This is the place where we officially coined the term, "Sushi Quarterback." Our friend was calling the shots, making the plays, changing the orders last minute based on what his good friend (the sushi chef himself) recommended fresh for that day, meal, night... Oh my god. It was good. I have photographic (pornographic) evidence to prove it. Just ask. I'll show you.
The rolls were inventive, even crispy (which I tend to avoid) and delicious. Pieces of sashimi so fresh that I, as an on-again vegetarian, swear trembled at our bites and let out a little cry (fish can cry). Each course came in succession, always "just enough" and never leaving us wanting for more, waiting for the next round, or on the other end of the scale... We never sat there thinking, "We are going to die. We just ate the ocean. We will definitely die from eating too much."
Sake came at the right times, dishes were prepared within a millisecond of consumption, and these bastards were samurai-masters in the arts of both temperature and texture. It's worth a flight to Toronto, that's for damn sure. I'll go again.
One last thing? If any bullshit motherfucker tries to tell you that they know the best sushi in Toronto? They're a liar if they say anything other than "Japango."
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