a spoonful of happiness

Sitting at my favorite the sushi bar on a packed Friday night, watching the sushi chef select, slice, dice, and season my fish, makes me happy. Giddy, in fact. It is entertainment – I am a willing participant in a dinner theatre of sorts. It is interactive – I am engaging all five senses, (six if I count the sense of humor, which, at most sushi bars I’ve been to, I am laughing and having a grand ol’ time). Sitting at the sushi bar immediately elevates not only my coolness factor, but my ego as well. I feel sexy.

When choosing to eat at a sushi bar, I can be by myself, or with a friend, or a group of people. I can say nothing at all, or make conversation with those around me. I can take suggestions from the couple sitting next to me, or offer up my own. I can sip my sake in solitude or share a, “Kampai!” with the chef. (Although I’ve been told this rarely happens in a conventional American restaurant, though it has been known that some women have generously given chefs their phone numbers). Which brings me to my next point.

Someone once said there are two things a man can put into a woman. Food being one of them. This is why, to me, nothing is sexier than a sushi chef standing before me, preparing what will soon be in my mouth. (I must preface this by saying that while I do know I am generalizing that sushi chefs are male, I have nothing against female sushi chefs, wherever they may be.)

Enter: “Spoonful of Happiness” at my new favorite SF restaurant – Koo. Spoonful is actually two spoons. First take one large soup spoon chock-a-block full of the un-PC delicacy of ankimo (monkfish liver), topped with a slice of whitefish and a few drops of truffle oil. Breath in the aromatic oil, then down the hatch. Next, take a shot of sake to clear the pallet and make way for the second spoon – a beautiful sunset orange scoop of velvety uni (sea urchin), aside a fresh, raw quail egg topped with tobiko (flying fish roe) and ponzu – a surprisingly and absolutely sublime combination of silkiness, crunchiness, and sweetness that is different from any other sushi experience I’ve ever had.

Sexy.

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