I was recently scouring local food blogs when I stumbled across one of those entries in which the author confesses a slutty food affair, you know, usually with a forbidden morsel or eating establishment that no self respecting food snob would dare be caught eating, nonetheless enjoying.
Well this article, read at a site called Marie, Let’s Eat, a wordy Marietta food blog, was so off-putting this sushi snob threw up a little in his mouth.
The topic was sushi and the author wrote that when asked about his favorite place for sushi, he couldn’t come up with anything other than — you’d better be sitting for this — Ru San’s.
I totally understand dear reader, please take as much time as you need to regroup.
Believe it or not, that’s not the only disturbing little fess-up made by the writer in this revealing article. Our friendly food blogger claimed to be at — I can’t believe I am actually about to type this — an Outback Steakhouse media event when asked. And, that’s not all, he admitted to seeing other area food bloggers at the same event.
He goes on to ask “I don’t know whether there’s a culture of sushi snobs that gets as uppity and adamant about things as some of us barbecue bloggers?”
To answer your question, uh, yes there is such a culture out there — and I am living proof.
First of all, true sushi snobs seek a budget busting all out check-your-sushi-rolls-at-the-door sashimi experience. No California rolls, please.
We see the act of eating sashimi as a titillating spiritual experience that unlocks the many doors to the mind’s sexual wanderings and intrigue. It’s not so much about taste as it is texture. And, what’s more stimulating than texture when eating fish?
Before I get too carried away with food pornography, I’d like to take a moment to thank said food blogger, for it was his article that spurred a recent trip to my favorite sushi spot Taka sushi and passion (385 Pharr Road Northeast, Buckhead, Te: 404.869.2802), which I hadn’t visited in over a year, for some reason.
The sexiest dish in Taka san’s arsenal is uni ravioli. Scallops — firm enough to quiver at the touch of a tongue yet fresh enough that teeth fall right through — cleverly cuddles creamy uni in such a way to accentuate all its briny glory and sweet whispering undertones, making for an esoteric experience like no other.
Unfortunately, Taka was out of uni during my visit. The photo used above was taken by me a few years ago.
We opted to start with hamachi Taridito, smooth, leggy cuts of hamachi lay dainty, almost tangley in a pool of citrusy ponzu. The slightest hint of sweaty heat peeks through somewhere along the finish.
After that it was strictly sashimi platters and lunches. All fish was extremely fresh, just as I remember all my meals at Taka when I lived nearby. Here, firmer slivers flaunt a certain voluptuousness that isn’t achieved anywhere else, while buttery tuna slips across the tongue like a full-bodied melty butter. Each piece of fish as sexy as the last.
After a full-fledged sashimi meal like this, you will certainly cringe when the bill arrives, but you should also notice a certain sense of feeling centered in this mad world — comfortable with who you are as a sexual creature.
Now, back to my friend the food blogger. When clicking through the article I didn’t notice a single piece of sashimi. What I did notice is a whole bunch of sushi rolls. Oy.
Some people just don’t get it.
For those who do, Taka sushi and passion gets my hands down vote for sexiest Valentine’s Day destination.