Carlo, Dan and I went on another lunch excursion today. This time it was a block away for sushi at Aoki Sushi, 1888 W. Broadway St, Vancouver. We’ve been there a few times and there’s always great food and excellent authentically Japanese hospitality right down to the automated voice that thanks you, in Japanese of course, when you walk through the door.
I had the pacific salmon sashimi in a cool shaped ice bowl:
It’s made by my favourite sushi chef on the planet:
He wears the funny plastic hair hat every day and always greets with a smile. One day while sitting at the counter across from him as he worked, seeing as I’m brave enough to go for sashimi, he offered me some fresh sea urchin and fatty tuna to test the culinary lengths I was willing to venture to. Although I didn’t bite he took it in stride and teased me for the rest of our visit.
In short, I like Aoki Sushi.