No food appeals more to my sense of aesthetics than sushi — and lately, I’ve been jonesing for the high contrast complementary palatte of Fuji Ricetime’s Hawaiian Poke salad.
It consists of thumb’s width chunks of ahi tuna cut in cubes and tossed in sesame oil, jazzed up a bit with a sprinkle of green onions, strewn with sesame seeds and served on a bed of cucumber.
Simple, sexy, fresh. Makes canned albacore look pathetic in comparision, doesn’t it?
It helps that the Hawaiian poke salad isn’t on the actual menu but listed on a printout hanging next to my favorite sushi chef in Salem, this shy little sushi artist, who doesn’t want her name listed and didn’t really want her picture taken (she obliged eventually).
I’m really embarrassed to say that I’ve never eaten there. I need to try to do that soon!
No need for embarassment. Eating out costs money and time. I’ve got the one in spades, and budget the other ($$ of course) to do it.