Thursday, November 08, 2007

Tojo's Mojo

September 2002...we were in the midst of moving from a 2200 sq ft home to a 900 sq ft apartment. This was character building at it's best. Darkness had set upon us and the lighting hadn't been set up yet. We were fatigued and hungry, so we stopped momentarily to discuss dinner. We stared at the stacks of boxes around us and cooking was not an option.

After ten years of being a host family to a plethora of international students, we decided to call it quits and move on to a different lifestyle allowing us more freedom. At our last meal with the students, they presented us with a gift certificate for Tojo's (knowing that is was up there in our list of favourite sushi bars). *big appreciative smiles*

We have been fortunate enough to dine at Tojo's several times in the past, but never at the Omakase Bar. This was the only seating available on such short notice on a Saturday evening. Upon arrival our seats were not ready, so we indulged in drinks of umeshu on the rocks while we waited. The first time I tried this delicious plum liqueur was on our first date in nineteen eighty-seven. I fell in love...not just with the drink.

When it was time to plunk ourselves at the bar (literally, as we were sooo tired), we were putty in the hands of Tojo san. He asked us if we had any food allergies or preferences and we gave him the green light to knock our socks off.

It was an evening of multiple mouth orgasms. Under the spell of our ever so charming host, Tojo san ensured that we were satisfied with each and every morsel of tapas-sized dishes we consumed.

We raised the white flag before we crossed the line of gluttony and asked for the bill. Leaving with a MUCH lighter wallet and most definitely sated, the pleasure was all ours. Tojo's omakase bar is an experience not to be missed, especially one of his little parchment parcels...gochiso sama deshita!