azami - los angeles , ca
I have completed Mission Impossible: the purchase of a mishaco garment—a black velvet jacket he likes. It took three malls and a mail order, but it’s done. mishaco looks hot in his new finery. He is happy. I am famished, near dead and dehydrated as we enter Azami. Inside it glows amber loveliness and it’s operated by women. All women. Chicks are even carving up the sea carcasses behind the bar. There are no men. The vagina vibe is welcoming after my argument with the DICK who owns the shoe store up the street. (I got the shoes. I paid almost nothing. I won.) mishaco, ever the perfect gentleman, orders all the things I like. And stuff he likes. So basically we scarf the whole menu. (I heart mishaco.) We kick off our feast with dynamite—no opportunity for that to cool off. Two thumbs up. Almost simultaneously the yellowtail tartar appears and disappears. It is to die for. My miso soup is full of baby mushrooms! They are teeny tiny. Almost embryonic. I don’t know why small food tastes better, but it just does. mishaco chooses miso with baby clams. Again, small is good. The service is friendly with frequent repeat appearance from our waitress. The sake is hot (it’s just so fucking lame when it’s not). The jumbo scallop melts in my mouth. Melts. Gone. No chewing. (small-tastes-yummier-theory doesn’t apply to jumbo scallop). Then baby toro—delicious. I recommend the sushi and sashimi here over the rolls. The rolls are good—but not as good as the naked fish. Asami gets a 4 out of 5 mishacos from me. Pretty darn delicious. The meal winds down and I’m whispering sweet dirty nothings in my man’s ear when there is a jarring thud. This loud little punk blonde tart falls off her sushi bar chair. (yes chair—not stool). Things get pretty quiet as her “date” peels her fishnet and T-shirt clad flesh off the tile. Someone mercifully tries to pull her skirt down over her ass, but it’s actually just that short. Little blonde punk is placed back on her upright chair. Gee, I’m having an even BETTER time now. Azami gets 5 mishacos.
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i have to agree with my reviewette , she knows her sushi likes she knows her shoes . azami is totally the place to go for the good fish and , incidently a fine place for ass on tile .
