May 2 2017
If I had to choose one cuisine to eat for the rest of my life, the choice would be obvious.
I choose Japanese.
Since I was a 14 year old studying a unit of Japanese language and culture, I’ve been fascinated by this culture which was closed for so long to the western world.
Then there was the famous line from the glossy lips of Molly Ringwald in John Hughes’ seminal 1980s teen flick, The Breakfast Club:
“It’s sushi”
Technically, she was wrong. Sushi is in fact Japanese for ‘vinegared rice’, and sashimi is the name for raw fish. Those seaweed rolls are actually Sushi Nori, but we’ll let the Ringwald have it, for now.
I’ve been itching to get down to Little Tokyo and sample some raw fish. DA kindly offers to accompany me, as I had introduced him to sashimi about 5 years ago, when we first met in LA.
We found a restaurant, which was in Little Tokyo, but on one of the streets just outside of the Japanese Village Plaza. Every time somebody walked in the whole staff stopped what they were doing and yelled out a japanese greeting in unison. (I can imagine that would get very tiresome pretty quickly). But when they did it for us, it was fun .. because it was new ; )
The food was not really filling, and ultra expensive. Additionally, those jerks completely overcharged us (I know, because I’d added up the cost on the menu), which really sucked. Who wants to pay $40 for a few pieces of fish and walk away hungry? I guess the money they could have spent on the food, they spent on staff that could stand yelling out greetings in unison, all night, every night.
Grrrrr....
Afterwards, we walked around the village, to discover that there were much better deals to be had within the plaza itself. Next time, we vowed.
But not before chowing down on a bacon maple donut hole. If you can’t work out why anybody would eat a bacon donut, you don't deserve to know.
It was small, but delicious enough. I managed to get a few snapshots of those hannya masks inside one of the stores moments before they closed! They are the Noh Theatre masks which represent jealous female demons. There was also a very cute cement panda which looked like it was from the 1950s on the store floor, begging to be snapped.
Next time, we’ll come back and eat twice as much for half the price …. inside the village.
On the walk back to Bunker Hill, we saw a young couple draping red material from tree to tree. I figured they probably had lots of rolls of fabric left over from something and were using it to make street art. I asked the couple draping the material, and they confirmed my suspicions.
Looked pretty cool, but will be surprised if it’s still here tomorrow.
#losangeles #dtla #littletokyo #ripoff #wrongrestaurant #bacon #donuts #bacondonuts #hannakemask #chichi #storedisplay #streetart #hannya #japanesevillageplaza #la
If I had to choose one cuisine to eat for the rest of my life, the choice would be obvious.
I choose Japanese.
Since I was a 14 year old studying a unit of Japanese language and culture, I’ve been fascinated by this culture which was closed for so long to the western world.
Then there was the famous line from the glossy lips of Molly Ringwald in John Hughes’ seminal 1980s teen flick, The Breakfast Club:
“It’s sushi”
Technically, she was wrong. Sushi is in fact Japanese for ‘vinegared rice’, and sashimi is the name for raw fish. Those seaweed rolls are actually Sushi Nori, but we’ll let the Ringwald have it, for now.
I’ve been itching to get down to Little Tokyo and sample some raw fish. DA kindly offers to accompany me, as I had introduced him to sashimi about 5 years ago, when we first met in LA.
We found a restaurant, which was in Little Tokyo, but on one of the streets just outside of the Japanese Village Plaza. Every time somebody walked in the whole staff stopped what they were doing and yelled out a japanese greeting in unison. (I can imagine that would get very tiresome pretty quickly). But when they did it for us, it was fun .. because it was new ; )
The food was not really filling, and ultra expensive. Additionally, those jerks completely overcharged us (I know, because I’d added up the cost on the menu), which really sucked. Who wants to pay $40 for a few pieces of fish and walk away hungry? I guess the money they could have spent on the food, they spent on staff that could stand yelling out greetings in unison, all night, every night.
Grrrrr....
Afterwards, we walked around the village, to discover that there were much better deals to be had within the plaza itself. Next time, we vowed.
But not before chowing down on a bacon maple donut hole. If you can’t work out why anybody would eat a bacon donut, you don't deserve to know.
It was small, but delicious enough. I managed to get a few snapshots of those hannya masks inside one of the stores moments before they closed! They are the Noh Theatre masks which represent jealous female demons. There was also a very cute cement panda which looked like it was from the 1950s on the store floor, begging to be snapped.
Next time, we’ll come back and eat twice as much for half the price …. inside the village.
On the walk back to Bunker Hill, we saw a young couple draping red material from tree to tree. I figured they probably had lots of rolls of fabric left over from something and were using it to make street art. I asked the couple draping the material, and they confirmed my suspicions.
Looked pretty cool, but will be surprised if it’s still here tomorrow.
#losangeles #dtla #littletokyo #ripoff #wrongrestaurant #bacon #donuts #bacondonuts #hannakemask #chichi #storedisplay #streetart #hannya #japanesevillageplaza #la
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