Monday, January 19, 2004
Last night I dreamt that Deborah Gormley let me borrow a recorder (or some similar wind instrument) and I was performing a piece in a small recital, something popular like Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy or Peter and the Wolf. I got all the notes wrong since I hadn't practiced in years. Breakfast at Orphan Andy's. Watched Big Fish at the Daly City Century 20 with Patrick and Sam. Lunch at Kamakura Sushi and Sake House (415-242-1600, 2642 Ocean Avenue near 19th Avenue) with Patrick. It was our first time at Kamakura, a 6-month-old restaurant in Lakeside Village, our old neighborhood. I was suspicious at first because there was only one other table with people in the whole restaurant, and the people at it weren't Asian. However, I had grown tired of the restaurant selection in the area and wanted to try something new. Although we were tempted by the advertised everyday special—pick 3 rolls for $9.95—Patrick got 3 orders of nigiri (hamachi, ebi, maguro), and I got a lunchbox combo with chicken teriyaki and gyoza (side of salad and miso soup and deep-fried potato something). We both thought the food seemed fresher than other Japanese restaurants we've been to. The gyoza was particularly delicately steamed. Kamakura had taken the place of an Italian restaurant which I believe had all its desserts flown in from Italy and served out of a freezer. It sounds luxurious, but the reality did not taste that great.