As everyone knows, I’m an adventurous eater. But perhaps, these women did not, as I ordered each dish, their eyes got bigger and bigger. To me, they were my staples. To them? Not so much. However, they are out of order, so please forgive me, I know not what I do (that’s a song…).
The second dish, third staple, was Spanish mackerel sashimi. This one was a little less prepared than I’m used to, as it wasn’t thinly sliced and then chopped into small squares, and then mixed with ponzu, green onions, and chili sauce, on a bed of spiraled white radish. And I didn’t receive the bones, or the skeleton of the mackerel. Which is the part I love, deep fried and crispy. However, while the preparation was not up to my par, the fish in itself was very tasty. Sweet and delicate, a beautiful silver color, soft texture. I would’ve eaten it with my hands, but alas, I did not.
I believe that Ms. Bonilla (the sister that was eating) ordered a crunchy roll-tempura shrimp, avocado, crab meat wrapped in soy paper. And it was good! Ain’t nuttin’ wrong with a good ol’ simple roll. The crab meat was imitation (rarely do you find crab mixtures with real crab meat in rolls), but cold and moist, never dry, and the tempura. Well. Who doesn’t like tempura? A lighter version of fried yumminess? Yes.
They’re usually alive in a bag, sitting on cool water and ice, but sometimes can get too water-logged. As this case. But the heads were scrumptious, if not a little bony. Again, with the fried yumminess, everything is good. Usually there is more meat (brain? cheek? do shrimps have cheeks?), but I was happily gossiping away, taking more notice of my companions noticing what I was eating.
And lastly, Ms. Bonilla (the sister still eating) ordered a spicy tuna roll with avocado on top. The spicy tuna didn’t lie. It was spicy! Whew. I still remember. But it was good as well.
A couple of things…I’m not a roll eater, for the most part. I tend to order them because my companions are roll eaters. If I’m by myself, on my own tab, or with someone who will eat what I tell them to eat (no questions asked), you won’t see them on my table or at the bar. However, if the chef gives me something roll-esque, I will never refuse. But I do judge a place by the stickiness of the rice, obviously, the stickier the better, and Tomo had good stickiness.
But I would have preferred…more…oomph. The little bits of extra that one will sometimes get. But perhaps eating at a table might do that. Sushi with friends is always a pleasure though, maybe because of the way the food is served, in several dishes, all at different times.