After a scheduled two hour meeting turned into four, then my commute home, the last thing I wanted to do was cook. So when the hubby suggested sushi, I was game.
Taiko Japanese Restaurant is the place to be if you like sushi. I wish I could find the words to describe your potential sushi eating pleasure, but I am at a loss. Simply because I have never actually had their sushi. I keep getting distracted by the ramen.
I have a ramen addiction. I love it. I can’t get enough of it. I have a hard time getting it from the bowl to my mouth. Chopsticks and I don’t get along very well. I can’t seem to make them work, but I refuse to ask for a fork. Taiko’s ramen is on a specials menu so it changes up a bit. Never-the-less it is hands down the best ramen to ever cross my tastebuds.
I could bore you with flowery descriptions of flavor layering and such, but I’m not sophisticated enough to describe them. I just know they are there, and they are tasty. That is when I manage to actually get the ramen in my mouth and not on my shirt.
Last night we switched it up a bit. We also ordered gyoza. I have eaten enough gyoza to expect a generic plate of pan fried crust only on the bottom pork dumplings. We got a plate of hot and crispy-on-the-outside pork filled heaven instead. One bite and you become Gollum. You wants it. You needs it. You must have your gyoza.