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October 27, 2009


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Brilliantly written Nancy, I'm ready to get on the next plane to visit!
Gail Mayo

Nancy Singleton Hachisu

Gail: I'm waiting for you. This is the real deal. Why else (besides my family and farm) would I stay here? Truly, my recent sushi shop visits have flushed a feeling of malaise that crept up oh so stealthily. There are some great Japanese words to cover that feeling: sukkiri or sappari shiteru. They all connote a feeling of clarity. Nancy

Jo Lynn in Virginia


Beautifully crafted- vivid details!

"Perhaps the quail yolk softens the acrid salty taste of not-so-fresh salmon eggs, but certainly adds nothing to firm eggs freshly nudged from their sac and sprinkled with a bit of sake, salt and grated yuzu peel.These eggs burst one by one as you squeeze them between your tongue and the roof of your mouth..." Your writing becomes more evocative with each blog entry; this particular passage leaves me yearning for authentic sushi- not easily found in D.C.

"Pick up the sushi with your fingers and flip it upside down, dipping one little corner of fish into the soy sauce, then pop the whole piece of sushi into your mouth, fish side down. This sequence is crucial to immediately get the full fish taste, followed by a flash of hot wasabi and the satisfying finish of vinegared rice." Practical advice in service of the aesthetic ideal!

"In Japan, sushi is all about the impeccable fish. It’s all about simplicity. Fish + vinegared sweet rice = sushi." Think about this as a chapter opening...very strong.

As always, terrific selection of photos.

Saving up for that plane ticket-spring or fall, 2010!


Nancy Singleton Hachisu

J-L: Your futon is waiting and let's go to Kozushi (my first sushi shop-funny how I stumbled on the best one in this several hundred km radius-I guess I just have a nose for it). Chikuzan is also wonderful, no sense on stinting when you're here. The "sushi experience" is truly unforgettable. No need for the ashram, just eat your way to nirvana. Nancy


I loved this piece, Nancy. And the pictures that went with it added so much. jl already quoted lines that were my favorites as well. Some day I would love to go to this sushi-ya with you!

Nancy Singleton Hachisu

Malena: I've already reserved a futon for Joanne along with J-L (no deadline here). But you've got to bring the Max-man along as I know he would love, love SSU!. Maybe as a celebration after Matt finishes grad school? Save your yen, because pennies just won't cut it.--Nancy


Have I been to this sushi shop with you?

Nancy Singleton Hachisu

Brandon: You've been to the sister shop: Sushi Sei. Unfortunately they closed. But this one is more conveniently located right next to Tokyo Station (my bullet train hub). It has the same fish, but slightly more upscale decor. Temakizushi at home is fun (and tasty), but nothing beats the sushiya counter experience. Are you coming for Thanksgiving?

Fred Bierman

Nancy: I've been eating sushi since 1981, when a 4'11" nice Jewish international karate star ex-girlfriend introduced me to the "Little O" (for Osaka) in Cambridge, MA. Ever since I've hunted for the perfect sushi bar in most every city I've ever visited where sushi is viable. And while LA is lacking in many regards, its sushi is some of the best I've found this side of the pacific. But in this nearly 30 year quest, I've NEVER till now learned that sushi is meant to be eaten ... fish side DOWN! So obvious in retrospect! I'm heading to one of my regular haunts tonight and can't WAIT to rediscover life, thanks to you. I agree with the posters above: your writing gets better and better. Bravo! I'll take the futon after the others have vacated.

Nancy Singleton Hachisu

Fred: Great to hear from you via the blog and loved your sushi story. It looks like we both share that long love of sushi. I almost ate it in Puerto Vallarta, then thought better of it. I had sushi once in LA at a little place recommended by a friend from the SF days. It was in a funky area--I'm thinking strip mall. But the fish was top notch. The chef had attitude and was fairly disdainful when I ordered taro (torono imo with maguro, yolk & nori). I lost confidence that I was using the correct term and backed off. He also gave me something with mayonnaise (not my favorite flavor). Glad I could open up a whole new world of tasting sushi, and I agree it makes so much sense. And your futon is waiting as well.

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