|Sperm Sac! Sperm Sac! Sperm Sac!|
|Shrimp and Roe|
|Some sort of tiny shrimp or plankton|
It probably means there are hundreds of decent sushi places in Tokyo. The difficulty is finding them. As tourists only here for a short time we don't have time to try and fail. That ain't fun. Luckily Sushiya was a hit. It answered one question we'd thought about. Are non Michelin starred places cheaper? Quick answer, nope. You may have heard that dinner at Jiro can cost about $300 per head. That is probably the most you'll pay. Everywhere else is around $150 to $300 per head. You can halve that for lunch. We were here for dinner. No lunch discount for us. On the plus side. We were in a sushi restaurant with Georgia after dark. That is a big win.
Our chef, like Kanesaka a couple of days ago, is gracious and most accommodating when it comes to Georgia. He was happy to make up some tuna sushi for Georgia. As usual she also shared whatever we had too. Except for the cod fish testicles. Remember I mentioned something about sperm a couple of days ago? This was a warm dish of what looked somewhat like cooked brains. It was soft and squishy and even tasted a little like brains. When our chef served it he said it was cod fish liver. Since then I did a bit of research and now know it was testicles. More accurately described by Wikipedia as a sperm sac. They can be served raw but for once I was really glad a fish dish was cooked. Even when we were eating it I had a sneaky suspicion it wasn't liver. That's why I looked it up.
Every time we've been to a sushi bar we've been served something we've never had before. This time it was the sperm sac. I still reckon sperm sacs taste better than sea cucumber. And yes, I swallowed. Ahem.
When we arrived we were the only customer but the place filled shortly afterwards. Sushiya only seats 8 or 10 people. Apart from us there was cranky looking guy with his trophy bride and a group of 3 younger guys. They were amused at my taking photos of the food but after a while they pulled out their phones and were snapping away too. We even compared photos. They were amused at Georgia powering through her sushi. When they left they said Georgia was very cute. Mr Cranky Pants barely acknowledged us. He is probably the type of customer that chefs restrict access to children for.
Sushiya is the first sushi restaurant that had a kimono clad waitress/hostess we've been to this time round. Most places, except for the Hiyama the other night, have been sausage fests. She was a delight and seemed relish talking to Georgia. She was another that got a "bye bye" out of Georgia when we left.
All in all the sushi here was excellent. I'd go back again for sure. Michelin star or not.