We had heard a rumor that they fly in their fish daily from Japan so we were determined to find out what all the hype was about. It's in a mini mall and the restaurant couldn't be less romantic if it had pinball games and sawdust on the floor. However, when our waitress came over to take our order and we realized she didn't speak a word of English, and we were literally the only non-Asians in the place, I knew the food had to be good. Right?
Hubbie ordered the seaweed salad to start and FBP ordered the vinaigered shrimp. What came was a dinner salad with a piece of seaweed on top and sliced octopus. Hmmmm? This language barrier thing might prove to be a problem. From then on we just pointed to the menu and nodded once for each order we wanted. Giggles engulfed the table from that point on- whether it was the sake and Sapporo or just the challenge of making sure we didn't order the monk fish liver; we were simply giddy. The salmon was some of the best I've ever had and the yellow tail was like butter. I was forced to try a bite of soft shell crab and really wish I hadn't. I'll never understand the desire to eat something that is still in its shell.
From there we headed to the short stop for Rachel's birthday party. Here's some pictures from the evening. We were having a blast and ended up dancing the night away with a lovely lady named Erica, also seen below. By the time we stumbled out of the bar and made it home I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. As I drifted off to sleep I couldn't help but smile a little, as another random "only in L.A." night came to a close.
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