Culinary Conundrum

I’m posting from a hotel room in San Francisco, using, for the first time in my life, an in-room TV internet connection. Suffice it to say that if I complete this post, which requires pointing a little wireless keyboard at precisely the right spot on the TV set at extremely close range, it will be a triumph of persistence.
Regular readers have probably noted that the Trunk has extraordinary knowlege of American popular music, while Deacon is a virtual sports encyclopedia. I can’t match my partners’ intellectual attainments, but can only compete when the subject turns to grosser matters. Like food.
Twenty-five years ago, I learned about business travel by spending a lot of time in San Francisco. The food here was a revelation; at that time there must have been fifty restaurants here that were better than any we had in Mineapolis. That’s changed, of course; nowadays you can get great food almost anywhere. But still, with its culinary tradition and huge Japanese-American population, you would think San Francisco would be a sushi Mecca.
Not so. On my last trip here, a few weeks ago, I ate at a very popular, highly-recommended sushi joint that was pretty bad. Warm fish, loud obnoxious music, cartoons playing on TV monitors for no apparent reason. Tonight I ate at another sushi place, which was very expensive and not too bad. Just not especially good–it would rank among the top five sushi restaurants in Minneapolis, I suppose, but clearly not as good as Kumagoro in Anchorage, say, and nowhere near as good as the delightful Tokyo Cafe in a strip mall in Wasilla, Alaska, or a place whose name I forget in a mall in Irving, Texas.
So, knowing that we have the best-informed readers on the web, I’m sending out an SOS–someone out there must know where to go for really great sushi in San Francisco. If so, please take a moment to put aside the news of the day and drop us a line. I’m heading back to Minnesota tomorrow, but I’ll be back here again soon–hungry for raw fish.


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