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"Now THIS is what I'm talking about!"
If someone were to ask me today if I'd like to get some sushi, the picture collage above of photos I took this fall is exactly the stuff I would have in mind.
Having been living in Tokyo now since early January 2014 I have come to appreciate what real sushi takes like. I'm not talking about my former San Diego gal mindset of a various California rolls, uniquely constructed or deconstructed in "Asian-fusion", with all sorts of different things on top. (Although those are nice and I wouldn't turn them down if I was starving.) Thanks to a friend of mine, I was lucky enough to meet some great guys who own a sushi restaurant in Nishiazabu. This business has been in operation for over 30 years and you can taste the love and experience in every wonderful serving of their sushi.
Theirs is not the average sushi. Rather, it is great leaps and gigantic bounds above the average decent sushi even by Japan's strict standards. It is HEAVEN! We are talking some serious, top notch, high quality sushi fit for royalty. I consider myself quite fortunate to have had the opportunity to dine there several times and each time was culinary treat of amazing proportions, likened to a truly religious dining experience. Sushi Kan is the stuff of Bucket List necessity. Everyone should make the effort necessary to eat there at least once in their life.
However I have become jinxed! My taste buds once awakened to perfection can not be satiated. Now whenever I eat sushi in Tokyo not only does it not measure to the wonders that were Sushi Kan, they don't even deserve to be mentioned on the same page, book, or even library for that matter~ Once I am back in the states, visiting (or living or what have you) how will I ever be able to eat sushi there? How can one eat swill once they have tasted the heavenly manna of the gods? Nothing will ever taste as good again, most certainly not the hybridized California rolls my home has to offer as its version of sushi...
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