For the past year, my roommate and I have been going to a sushi place across the street from our apartment. It is our own little "Cheers" - where we come and they know us and what we want to eat before we even sit down. You could probably film a short stinted tv show there - one that comes on mid-season but is not picked up the next season because it is quirky but just too pleasant for the tv audience these days. Let me explain:
1) We fell in love with a sushi roll called the "July Roll". We went back in August hoping to be able to order the "July" roll and they informed us that the name changes monthly, but the roll is the same.
2) We have had the same waiter nearly every time we go. We chat to him about our lives and work, yet we have no idea what his name is.
3) One of our favorite sushi makers there is Mexican.
4) The Manager is an Asian man named John Pierre. He bid us a good evening in French, "Bonsoir", as we were leaving last week. I can barely understand his English let alone his French.
5) They have cd's hanging on strings from the doorways (rumored that the reflection keeps the flies away).
6) They pick ivy from the parking lot and put it in old bottles/jars for table decoration.
Basically we always have excellent sushi and a darn good laugh every time we go. Cheers to you Sushi Place*!
(*Yakimono in La Jolla/UTC area- by the Vons)
Garage doors opening, some with cars backing out, dogs running out, kids in the street, mean old ladies staring out their windows and yelling at you, kids on skateboards, dudes with leaf blowers and lawn mowers, runners and garbage trucks.
