San Francisco is My Home

21
Nov

Sushi Zone

Author: kris, Category: Food

I’m going to talk about Sushi Zone for a moment. Understand, I’m doing this with great reluctance, and I’m going to need you all to promise never to actually go there.

You see, Sushi Zone, which lives in what is essentially a cubby-hole at 1815 Market, is always crowded.  And I mean crowded. When they open for dinner at 5:00, you need to have been in line for half an hour if you want to be seated. There are two or three tables and several counter stools and, folks, that’s it. Fools who show up at a reasonable hour for dinner can expect to wait two hours for a table. And they do it, too. I’ve done it myself more than once.

Why such a wait? The answer is obvious, right? Topless waitresses.

Okay, no. Obviously, the food is outstanding. When you go (because I know you will go; nobody ever listens to me when I ask for favors), you’ll want to begin your meal with several orders of the baked mango sea bass. Make sure you get at least one order per person; you will not be sorry, even if you don’t like mango or sea bass. Baked in mussel shells, the mango sea bass is a hot, creamy concoction of goodness, a Fred Astaire song and dance on your tongue. It is, literally, the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

After that, you’ll want to check out the Hawaiian numbers 1 and 2, and, well, anything else on the menu. After the mango sea bass it won’t matter so much what you get or don’t get, because you’ll be floating around in a glowing golden bubble of delight. But everything there is excellent, so you’ll be fine.

The best part is that you can order way too much food and still come away with a reasonable bill, especially for a sushi restaurant. Just make sure you wear pants with an elastic waistband.

Some people, of course, think that Sushi Zone is not all that. Those people are, as William Goldman once put it, “enemies of art and I pity their ignorance.” In other words, more for me.