|The usual suspects: toro, tai (sea bream), red clam, and roe.|
The big lacquer boxes from Sushi Iwa arrived stacked and wrapped at her apartment. From the market, to the restaurant, to the table was probably about five miles. And it shows up so pretty every time. As usual, it rocked the house. We must not be the only ones getting our dose of sushi before a trip abroad, because Sushi Iwa has a shop in Narita airport. Just before you go through security, you can get your last fix.
|The ikura and uni were so good I feel like I should have digitized the photo.|
|Amai-ebi--again with the creaminess from the sea!|
Sushi nazis will get you all nervous about what to order, how to dip, when to eat the ginger. Ignore them and relax. Dango-ra, like many Japanese, picks her sushi up with her fingers. And there is no delicate way to eat futo-maki, or "fat rolls," which was our nickname for Mini Z when she was an infant, by the way. They are so stuffed with goodies like eel, egg, shrimp, and pickled vegetables, that you just have to take bites and hope your companions are looking at their own plates. The kids love them, but it ain't pretty.
When it's all over, you stack the empty trays, tie them up in a cloth, and leave them outside your door to be picked up by the delivery guy. What could be better? And yet I can't help but wonder how fast the trays would have disappeared in our old neighborhood in Brooklyn. Oh, like you wouldn't pick one up.
|Futo-maki are just the thing when you show up hungry.|
|Sushi trays ready for pick-up. So much prettier than those pizza boxes that pile up accusingly in the kitchen.|