‘Japanese’ Archives
Masa’s in Porter Square Exchange Mall serves some really awful sushi
Being the kind-of-poor college student I am, I'm a huge fan of cheap food. Really cheap food. Under ten dollars for dinner, say. But I am not a fan of really crappy food. Especially not bad sushi. It makes the sushi-lover inside of me cry. My only consolation was that my non-sushi-eating-friend thought it was reasonable, and was not turned off of the concept of sushi altogether. If only he [...]
Tim Cushman’s O Ya in Boston – The Best Meal of My Life
I heard O Ya, Boston's premiere sushi restaurant, was absolutely superb. I'd heard raves. It was supposed to be an exotic, transcendental experience. It was supposed to push the boundaries of what sushi is. "Get the hamachi with banana pepper mousse," one friend told me. Another moaned when recalling the fried oyster with squid ink foam, with a similarly moan inducing price tag. It's life [...]
Freshly caught, homemade sushi
There are several kinds of people you meet at Harvard, and Willy is the type who is utterly dedicated to his one central passion in life: fishing. He writes articles about fishing for national magazines, he goes on fishing expeditions, he takes classes involving fish, he takes care of fish at a museum, and he's bartering with the convenience store across the street with fish. He has so much extra [...]
So fresh it’s wriggling: Sushi at Fish Market in Allston
I found Fish Market on Yelp as a budget-priced option for sushi in Allston, and it didn't disappoint. Prices are very reasonable - $3.75-6 for standard maki and $7.50-15 for "special" maki. The interior is cutesily modern: lime green chairs and light wood, with a merely 5 tables or so plus a sushi bar. Since I was surrounded by Asian staff, I suddenly wanted to burst out in my restaurant [...]
Beautiful women, ramen, and roast pork buns at Ippudo, NYC
It's funny how it happens: I met photographer Michael Donnelly at the end of a different friendship. I happened to be at the friend of that friend's apartment, and when I learned that his father had photographed Ruth Reichl, culinary goddess and editor of Gourmet, I knew I had to meet him. He walked out of his room wrapped in a white bathrobe and spoke with a rarefied South African accent. We [...]
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