Editor Pick
Yokoso Nippon (No Name Sushi)
- January 18, 2002
- Rated 3 of 5 by
fraying from san francisco, California
40 ouncers and sushi
Everyone told me about the No Name Sushi Joint. I love sushi, it's just hard to afford it on a regular basis. All those pretty pieces of fish cost a lot to fill you up.
But everyone said: go to the No Name Sushi Joint. Best, cheapest sushi in San Francisco.
So one night Drue and I decided to give it a go. It's a quick walk over to Church Street from here, and it was a beautiful evening.
We get there and I'm instantly surprised by how ramshackle the place is. I guess I just expected someplace, well, less like a diner.
(Can you imagine? A sushi diner?)
Drue and I are ordering and the waitress cuts us off. "That's enough," she says.
She walks away and we realize that we hadn't ordered anything to drink. We grab another menu and realize that there's no beer on it. Sapporo is a must for me when I'm eating sushi.
We look around the room and make another stunning realization: there are an awful lot of people drinking out of brown paper bags in here. Then I look across the street and I solve the mystery: a corner store.
Now I get it.
I hop out of the restaurant and head for the store. Asahi for Drue and a Sapporo for me. The smallest size they have is a 40-ouncer. What the hell, I think. Not wanting to make a scene in the restaurant, I open them there.
Walking back, a man brushes past me followed by a cloud of marijuana smoke. I have to stop and laugh. Here I am, with two open 40-ouncers, walking down a dark street to a sushi restaurant, through a cloud of pot smoke.
I love San Francisco.
– dmp
8.10.98
From journal San Francisco Stories