The middle of January. A very cold, slightly rainy day.
We venture into Sausalito to put a little sparkle on Big Boy's B-Day, though I am reluctant. I want to stay home in front of the fire.
But it's Cranky's day, and he has an idea.
Sushi Ran, the fabled restaurant you can't get into and the staff treats you rudely if you do get in.
Still, the reputation of the chef and his ingredients prevails, luring us into giving it a try.
We get a seat. The hostess is charming!
Tables begin to fill up, and yet our waiter is a gem. With a sense of humor.
I'm trying to be grumpy here, people! But they won't let me.
Appetizer is a dream. Miso soup is lovely.
Then, this bowl of chirashizushi, with twinkling, bright dabs of sea life. (Barely dead, trust me.)
How could raw scallops and a dismembered shrimp head be comforting? Beats me, but I always crave sushi most in cold weather. Each bite is so pure, so new, it is indeed a comfort.
I can't explain it, but I inhaled this dish (in a ladylike way). It's often hard for me to clean my plate, but these morsels kept sliding down. The rice was easy to get at because of the pretty presentation in an extra-large bowl.
Eat, eat, eat.