Sushi Basho
Right off Santa Fe and near the heart of downtown Littleton, this is likely to be the most convenient sushi place to me to enjoy on a regular basis. Knowing that going in...I was a little nervous...this was do or die...I mean...I've already signed on a townhouse...what if the sushi is not even acceptable?
Well, acceptable it was, even by L.A. standards... but I wouldn't dare take an L.A. friend here. For one thing, the customs are all different. I sat at the sushi bar but was not encouraged to order from the sushi chefs. In fact, I wasn't encouraged to order from anyone. They wanted me to decide what I wanted all at the beginning and write it all down on one of those paper menus. I've always seen them but thought they were very anti-climatic to the whole sushi experience. Why sit and the sushi bar if you're going to decide what you want all at once? It's like going to a bar and ordering three different drinks when you first sit down. I don't even think it's legal.
At any rate, getting over it. I look directly at the waitress with my blank white menu card and ask for albacore. Dumb stare. The Japanese waiter comes over and says...ah, that's white tuna, yes? I think this would be the incredulous look. I then notice I have two choices: white tuna and super white tuna. Slightly freaking out. The white tuna is good. The slightly spicy scallop roll is good and I think they actually understood my request for a little mayo to cut down the spice. The red snapper is not so good but not so bad. I have another piece of tuna and a piece of yellowtail (yellow tail is so so, which is too bad because this is typically my favorite). The cool thing is that it's happy hour and most sushi is $1 a piece--and you can order just 1 instead of 2 pieces together. I must go back and try them all and figure out what I can live with. And I must go often enough to be able to special order exactly what I want.
Of course, when in despair, they do have those wonderfully large bottles of Sapporo.
Well, acceptable it was, even by L.A. standards... but I wouldn't dare take an L.A. friend here. For one thing, the customs are all different. I sat at the sushi bar but was not encouraged to order from the sushi chefs. In fact, I wasn't encouraged to order from anyone. They wanted me to decide what I wanted all at the beginning and write it all down on one of those paper menus. I've always seen them but thought they were very anti-climatic to the whole sushi experience. Why sit and the sushi bar if you're going to decide what you want all at once? It's like going to a bar and ordering three different drinks when you first sit down. I don't even think it's legal.
At any rate, getting over it. I look directly at the waitress with my blank white menu card and ask for albacore. Dumb stare. The Japanese waiter comes over and says...ah, that's white tuna, yes? I think this would be the incredulous look. I then notice I have two choices: white tuna and super white tuna. Slightly freaking out. The white tuna is good. The slightly spicy scallop roll is good and I think they actually understood my request for a little mayo to cut down the spice. The red snapper is not so good but not so bad. I have another piece of tuna and a piece of yellowtail (yellow tail is so so, which is too bad because this is typically my favorite). The cool thing is that it's happy hour and most sushi is $1 a piece--and you can order just 1 instead of 2 pieces together. I must go back and try them all and figure out what I can live with. And I must go often enough to be able to special order exactly what I want.
Of course, when in despair, they do have those wonderfully large bottles of Sapporo.
posted by Laura at 10:19 PM
1 Comments:
No albacore????? Sharpen the pitchforks and light the torches, we're going over there!
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