Monday, February 9, 2009
Okay, not Perris. Riverside. Or anywhere for me, for awhile. (But last sushi in Riverside does not at all sound like "Last Mango in Paris" thus, I claim poetic license. Oh, and I have CANCER!!) And it's not that I eat sushi all that often (because, yeah, I live in Riverside) or even love sushi all that much--I spent three weeks in Japan 100 years ago and that about did it...although I did love Nobu Malibu for STACEY ALDSTADT'S birthday 62 years ago (and we saw Rose Marie and Kirk Cameron..no, not together... but Stacey counted both as "celebrity sightings"...and yet she scoffed at our Brad Garrett sighting...) ...wait...am I rambling? Sushi. Back to the sushi. Or the end of sushi.
Once "they" told me that the not-so-very-long list of things I cannot eat or do during chemo included sushi, well, you know I wanted sushi. And once again it was BREIN and RORYANN CLEMENTS of OMAKASE (http://www.restaurantomakase.com/homepage.cfm) to the rescue (and also somebody who claimed to be Roryann's mother but she preferred her other daughter, Erin, it was just totally obvious, and what kind of mother does that...). We met them for sushi at Sushi Asahi, in, of all places, a little strip mall over next to the Van Buren Drive-in (which by the way, is a great place to go see a movie or two with a bottle of wine--or two--and a picnic if you just happen to have a really cute beagle with a serious separation anxiety problem. Beverly Hills Chihuahua and Bolt however, should be avoided as barking dogs over the radio in a car with a trapped beagle = noisy, and um, trouble. Especially since theoretically, the drive-in does not allow dogs.)
But the sushi--the sushi was excellent! Despite the fact that it was cold out, and apparently that can cause a little less flexibility if one was, say, recovering from surgery, generally unable to use chopsticks, and had a fairly limited reach of the right hand, I was still able to battle my way to several (thousand) pieces of truly delectable sushi. The fact that my favorite was called "Diablo" was purely a coincidence. And the fact that Brein was next to me and an entire glass of mango iced tea dumped onto his lap and thus sidelined him from the sushi free-for-all for a solid 45 seconds, also coincidence.
So, while I can't eat sushi for awhile, you can. And I promised helpful information on this blog. So there you have it. Sushi Asahi. Van Buren. Go. Oh, and Omakase (downtown Riverside; phenomenal food). Go. Eat. Be happy. You never know when some guy in a white lab coat is going to tell you to stop.