all the talk of tsukiji and the japanese occupation (sorry gramps!) just made me crave japanese food. after having been sorely disappointed but nobu*london, i was only too happy when S asked if i felt like jap tonight.
consulted the oracles i.e. C and J (my exchange predecessors circa 2007 and 2008 respectively) and decided on this cosy sushi bar in odenplan after eliminating murakasi on medborgaplatsen.
so i ring them and attempt to make a reservation in halting japanese. to my absolute horror, the hostess asks if i can speak mandarin or swedish. finally some use for my higher chinese (chinese as a first language for those fortunate enough to not know what the horrors of HCL are) and i proceeded to, um, communicate, for want of a better word. established that the owner and chefs are japanese (whew!) and hence it's all systems go for that sushi fix. pity they probably won't have otoro :( but beggars can't be choosers.
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