We put our dining experience in the capable hands of a friendly sushi chef named Yuta, and asked him to surprise us with whatever was especially good that day. Now, I consider myself someone who is well-versed in the ways of California sushi. My friends and I have been devoted to it for years. I can honestly say Sushi Plantation gave me the best fish I’ve ever had. Fatty tuna, baby albacore, Japanese oysters, pompano, the list goes on and on. And the chefs were clearly enjoying our adventurous spirit and connoisseur’s tastes. The dishes they prepared for us became more and more elaborate, the chefs outdoing themselves each time. The meal culminated in a beautiful arrangement of premium raw fish and jalapenos and fried onions and oysters and I can’t even remember what else. But it was all absolutely unique, created on the spot by talented people who loved what they were doing.
As Russ and I gorged ourselves on the best sushi and sashimi (no rolls, please) we’d ever had, the owner of the establishment, a man named Yamamoto, took good care of us; coming by to pour our beers himself, to proudly tell us about his habit of buying fresh fish in Los Angeles daily, and to recommend various types of exotic stuff that we hadn’t had the fortune to know yet.
Pompano was a new experience for me. Yamamoto came by with the fish on a plate prior to cutting, so we could have a look at it, because neither of us had seen it before. The chef happily worked his magic, and it became a little platter of incredibly delicate, subtle-tasting sushi that we gobbled up all-too quickly. They then fry the rest of the entire fish, and bring it out for us to nibble on. We ate it all, fins and tail and eyes and everything! Incredible!