I feel I have no right to review a legit sushi place.
No fun rolls. No sexy sauces, jalapenos or crispy onions.
Thanks to my dining companion, Taco Belly (Sorry TB, I prefer that nickname), I was able to have a great time whilst daring to try my first raw scallop (thanks also, Mr. Gallon of Sake).
The sushi chefs take their fish very seriously. In general, this is kind of a serious place. No loud music, no one dancing on the tables.
Just people quietly devouring tons of raw fish and then getting kicked out at 9 p.m. when the place closes and they start locking the metal gate outside.
“Eat yer fish and get the hell out!” Said no one.
But they probably thunk it!
4430 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90004