Tuesday, June 17, 2014 Toro
Toro! Toro! Toro!
Squids and Scorpios play prominent roles in my life; the former as a joke between Pork Chop and me, and the latter as my Western zodiac sign that explains a lot why I can be a moody SOB. I didn't eat any squid on Sunday night at Torafuku, which is my favorite Japanese sushi spot in Los Angeles. It's not that the American outpost of the well-known Tokyo restaurant doesn't serve cephalopods to its core patronage of Japanese expatriate diners. I wasn't in the mood to gobble up tentacled treats after seeing The Squid and the Whale with Isabel and Joe. Instead, I dined on onigiri stuffed with baby anchovies, miso soup, eel sushi and negitoromaki, which is the poor man's version of toro sushi as the leftovers of the buttery soft tuna belly are chopped up with green onions and wrapped in seaweed. Joe mistakingly dipped his onigiri filled with ume, or plum sauce, in soy sauce. Torafuku's Japanese-American waiters were so efficient that they took away the little plates before I could snap my after-dinner shot, Geewee-style. The only proof of my yummy meal was the soy sauce square set in a corner above the white space, as befitting a Zen painting.