My pal, G and I have recently become neighbors. He and I are currently suffering through the same kind of misery from the nightmare situation that is going on in both of our homes. He is remodeling his new home, so you can imagine the chaotic stress alone in that. And as for me, I recently ran into some plumbing issues that needed fixing and required parts of my kitchen and living room being torn apart. So yeah, we are both living in Hell right now.
I can’t even tell you what a nightmare it is to even eat a simple meal at home. I had to resort to eating out more or getting take-out. It’s not as fun and adventurous as you’d imagine. As much as I love to explore new restaurants or go to my favorite spots, when I’m hungry and/or busy, the last thing I want to do is contemplate through Yelp, deal with drive time, wait time, crowds, and all the fun crap just to eat. Most days, I just want to be able to spend minimal time prepping a meal at home, eat, clean up, and be on my way. But yeah, my home situation has been taking up more unwanted time and money for everyday food ordeals. Everything is in boxes. It’s too dusty to eat during the day. I can’t go into the kitchen when the workers are there. It’s too much of a mess. I am miserable…
But I think G is probably ten times more miserable than I am. For me, it’s just the kitchen and living room. For G, it’s his entire property. So he’s living and breathing the dust and sediment of ongoing construction. And where he lives now is what looks like a “storage house”.
My more leisurely days are usually when I actually want to go out to eat. One of the places that I had bookmarked was Ohshima Japanese Cuisine.
I wanted to try this place after seeing posts on Instagram, especially from Wandering Palate. His captions always crack me up. His seductive descriptions of the items he indulged here had me drooling. I knew trying the Wagyu was a must. Just look at his caption lol.
So I hear this place gets crazy busy. Wandering Palate recommended going at a later time to avoid the madness. I figured 8:30ish would be ideal. It’s not unusual to be waiting for over two hours just to get a table at certain times. Well, obviously, I don’t have the patience to wait that long just to eat. I have done it before, but usually not out of choice.
I usually make reservations through OpenTable. But I couldn’t locate Ohshima on there. So I went old school and made a phone call to secure a reservation and to try to limit wait time. I called around 11 a.m. The call rang forever but there was no answer. I tried again multiple times within the hour, but still, nothing. I tried again a few hours later and it was almost shocking to actually hear a person’s voice pick up the phone on the other end of it.
I told the lady on the phone that I wanted to make a reservation for 8:30. “We only take reservations between 5 and 5:30,” she tells me. I later read Yelpers mentioning how this place doesn’t really pick up the phone and when you do call at a claimed time they take reservations, they’ve had to call 27897329432 times just to get through. Hmmm…. Ohhhhhh~~kay….
So I guess just walking in was ideal. I would have preferred to go at an earlier time, maybe around six or seven. But I was scared to even imagine what the wait time would have been like during peak hours.
So we rolled in around 8:30ish. I would have preferred sitting at the bar. Wandering Palate highly recommends Shigay at the bar. But we opted for whatever was available. There were several names ahead of us on the list and it took almost an hour to get seated. Thank goodness I didn’t come here in behgorage mode. I pre-gamed before coming. Of the people waiting, one of the guys had just arrived from Indiana or somewhere. And as soon as he arrived, he drove two hours out of his way to come to this place…and I imagine his wait time was probably an hour or so too. So he basically invested about three hours of his day to come eat here.
My photos came out worse than usual. This is what happens when I dine with normal-non-foodie people. When I am dining with regular folks that just want to eat and could care less about photography sessions, I tend to snap away as quickly as I could to not keep them waiting. I still don’t know how to take decent pictures, but to eat before snapping just feels unnatural. G is not a foodie. He’s one of those “I only eat because my belly needs to be filled” types of people. We were starving and I didn’t want to make him wait any longer by asking him to hold the light so that I could take better photos.
I ordered the Omakase.
G marked off his (said) usual go to sushi items.
The uni was for me to try since G doesn’t love uni. It’s funny. After visiting, I read recent Yelp reviews about the uni and how bad and pungent it is. Luckily, it wasn’t horrible that night as others have described it to be.
I usually have sake when having sushi. But I didn’t like this one too much. I forgot the name, but it came recommended by the server.
And of course, the star of the show!
The pictures and description of the buttery flavors of this dish had me salivating before I even came here. I kind of cracked up inside when G put back down the piece he had just picked up. “Oh…sorry. I forgot,” he said and put it back down on the plate when he saw me assuming the position to snap away.
G thinks that he is not picky about food, but he rated this place about a six out of ten.
Fortunately, I’ve never had a bad experience with sushi. The worst that has happened would be when they weren’t as fresh tasting. But I don’t think I’ve ever gotten sick from eating raw fish. When I hear stories about people’s nightmare sushi experiences, it makes me shake my head and a little scared.
I know some people that are religious about not eating raw fish in the summer. My mom just told me that a couple that they know had gotten hospitalized recently after eating bad sushi. I’m not sure what kind of raw fish or where they ate. But I guess they got poisoning. They both had to receive treatment for paralysis of one side of their body. Hearing that story kind of made me scared to have sushi again….like 1% of me.
Many years ago, a friend of mine was eating sushi at a Kabuki location in Cerritos. I wasn’t there, but I’ve heard her tell this traumatizing story many times. She had ordered different types of sushi, trying new things. Towards the middle of dinner, her face had swollen up like a balloon. She had a hard time breathing. She had no idea what was happening to her and was scared shitless. She thought she was going to die.
It turns out that she was having an allergic reaction to one of the fish. I don’t remember which one she said it was, but after that trauma, she never wanted to eat sushi again. Hearing about that kind of made me wonder if there are any undiscovered items that I might be allergic to. I mean, I haven’t tried all the food items of the world. I don’t have any food allergies that I am aware of…..but who knows?