In the over 25 years I’ve
known Jim, I don’t think the two of us have ever had dinner alone.
Jim is married to my sister
Jean, lives in the Boston area, and is one of those overall good guys. He’s a lot of other great things too, but
when I think of Jim, I first think calm, reasonable, and kind.
Jim is here on business, and
we decide to get together for dinner. He
has suggested sushi, so I spend some time googling around. I want to try someplace different, and a few
months ago I had seen an article in New
York Magazine about a place that serves sushi pizza. The restaurant is
equally inconvenient for both us.
At seven, Jim and I meet at Mira
Sushi in the Flatiron district. It’s
reasonably busy but not overly loud. Jim
is an experimental eater, so nothing is off limits.
We start with four
appetizers. The standouts are the spicy
tuna pizza and pork buns. Both are
amazing. We split three rolls (TNT,
Magic Dragon, and Crystal Roll). I only
mention the names so I remember them when
I take Alexander. I might just order the same thing; everything is that good.
And so is the dessert we
think we are too full to eat, but then devour the whole thing. It’s some kind of waffle-like cookie, covered
in whipped cream with raspberries and blueberries.
The only disappointment is the
green tea. We let it seep, then pour
it. It looks like water with a teeny
weeny hint of barely-noticeable green.
It tastes like liquid seaweed.
Our two-hour dinner is excellent. We engage with the diners around us. The
service is outstanding; we seem to have about five different wait people. The
presentations are artful. And the easy conversation ranges from the serious to the
trivial.
If Jim weren’t my brother-in-law,
I’d be hoping for a second date.