A recent trip to New Ginza in Watertown has given me new hope that quality sushi does exist in Boston, you just have to seek it. I’m not saying Boston doesn’t have enough sushi restaurants because believe me, we have plenty (Douzo, all the Oishii’s, all the Fin’s just to name a few…). It’s when I crave quality, traditional fare, that I find myself at a loss…or simply, cooking at home. Sure, on occasion I would like a caterpillar roll or a spicy tuna roll, but what happened to guys like negi-toro and dobinmushi? I wonder how many of today’s sushi-eaters are familiar with these figureheads of Japanese cuisine. Are you?
Perhaps this palate is hypercritical because I was trained to be this way at a young age by an even more discerning palate, formally known as Grandma, or as everyone called her, Mama-san. Well thank you, Mama-san, for teaching me to how to enjoy the freshness and simplicity of Japanese cuisine.