13/03/09 - 072 - Sushi Hiro:
On the reccomendation of a billion websites, we went to ‘Sushi Hiro’ near Ealing Common for a Friday treat. The nice lady on the phone spoke mostly Japanese, but I managed to book a table all the same, through the classic, tried and tested method of speaking LOUDER and S-L-O-W-E-R until she got the gist. At least I was sure it was the right place and not a drycleaners.
On the outside, the restaurant is a bit unwelcoming - even scary - just a plain sign, and completely frosted glass windows with some japanese characters painted on them. I reckon it looks like somewhere those Yakuza might meet up to plan some motorbike drive-by samuri sword killins or something. Inside was plainly decorated, but full of asian peeps chowing down, which is always a reassuring sign.
The dish in the pic is the £18 super deluxe Nigiri platter thing - it’s all very fresh and all very tasty. I haven’t had the pleasure of Nobu, but this was the best sushi I’ve ever had. All the fish was melty-in-your-mouth delicious, and nothing was stodgy or tough. They do like to put a wee dollop of wasabi inbetween the fish and the rice, which I’m sure is traditional, but a little too hot hot for my lame palette.
Oh, they only do sushi (none of that noodley rubbish), and you have to book a table, otherwise you ain’t getting in.
