The other night, in need of a little pampering, I took myself to Oishii... Dining alone, I opted to sit at the bar so I could watch the sushi-chefs work their magic. I ordered the Truffle-Hamachi Make , and was quickly distracted into a "When Harry Met Sally" moment.
When I recovered, the couple next to me was struggling to understand and order from the menu. I felt bad for them since they seemed to expect a more traditional, "American-Style" Japanese experience. And I felt bad for the sushi-chef as he struggled to understand and accommodate their special requests.
I watched longer, the chef vacillating between indulgent creativity for a table enjoying the chef's tasting (omakase) and the restrained obedience of tuna tartar.
Most intrigued by the omakase, and desirous of something more, I asked the chef to make me "something amazing."
Indeed he did! Five spoons arrived on a plate... each filled with a most delightful taste -- scallops with fried taro threads, a slab of tuna with mango and tempura seaweed, uni with ponzu foam, sea bream with ginger-daikon salad and otoro with truffle and gold leaf.