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There was a time when
my sushi consumption consisted of Teriyaki
Boy and trips out to L.A. to visit my folks. Anything more than
the $4.99 eel roll lunch special not only broke the bank, but flew
in the face of the awesome freebies I got via the parental raw fish
gravy train. Going to Soba Nippon brought back those days, as a co-worker
plunked down the corporate card and we ate like Unuit kings (assuming,
of course, that Eskimos eat raw fish and not just whale blubber and
frozen daquiris). My office being right across the street from this
joint, I had no idea what to expect, as proximity is usually in direct
proportion to crapiness. I guess you generally have to travel a little
in order to get decent grub--no reward without sacrifice. But it turned
out that I was incorrect, and not only was the fish free, it was decent
too. It was also a little nicer inside than the daily sandwich shops
I frequent to get my lukewarm panini. Nicer meaning that there are
actually tables to sit at and servers and cloth napkins. I don't mean
to make this place sound like Nobu
or anything, but it is one step up from the joints with the paper
take-out menus filled with midday specials and plastic packets of
soy sauce. And it's also one more reminder that sushi in New York
City--even for a midrange place like this--is still 200% better than
anything you'd find in suburbia. [MF]
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