Happy November, and a happy Sunday!
If you follow my Instagram, you probably already saw this super juicy-looking piece of sashimi known as amberjack (part of the yellowtail family). And if you’ve been a reader of my blog for a long while now, you might remember me raving about this particular sushi place: Ohshima. It’s worth another mention, because it’s my favorite omakase sushi place (not that I’ve actually been to many), and it is a true Japanese sushi gem (let me reiterate: TRUE. JAPANESE SUSHI. No American rolls). Here’s a helpful hint if you’re ever in the area for a visit to Ohshima – don’t bother going without making a reservation! Chances are, you’ll be waiting for a long time. Instead of just showing up, call ahead to make a reservation, but beware that they only take reservations from 5PM to 5:30PM every day, no exceptions. If you sit at the sushi bar, you’re automatically subjected to ordering omakase, with a minimum of 8 pieces, but if you choose to sit at a regular table, you can opt out of ordering omakase. I highly recommend sitting at the sushi bar, however. It’s such a delightful experience, and every piece of sushi I consumed was heavenly. In order of presentation, here’s what we devoured: Sea bream; Bluefin tuna; Scallop; Amberjack (huge favorite); Sea bass; Cherry salmon (huge favorite); King mackerel; Seared yellowtail (huge favorite); Gold stripe (huge favorite); Black sea bream. Whew! Just thinking about those delectable fish pieces is making my mouth watering again. And even after dinner that day, I was still in a dream-like state as I looked over the photos that H and I took while we were enjoying our meal (scroll all the way down for the photos!).
But aside from sharing about the food, here’s a look at the outfit for the night with a baggy sweater top layered over a high-waisted ruched skirt. As great as the food is at Ohshima, the location is wedged in a lonely-looking strip mall, and our reservation was squeezed into a 5:45PM slot, so there wasn’t much time at all for adequate sun-lit picture-taking. Our only options for photo-locations were either in front of our home (preferably not), the restaurant door (shoddy lighting), and a side alley-way (bingo), so voila: 30 seconds in an alley.
Photos by Herman