Journey back with me through the mists of time to the mid-1980s. The
Internet was the ARPANET, modems were bleeding edge technology, all in
all, a simpler time. I was living in Los Angeles and was introduced
to my favorite sushi place of all time. It's a little hole in the
wall in West L.A. with the unimaginative name of Sushi
House. And yet a surprising number of people know and love it.
Partly that's because of the food, which I hope is still as good as I
remember. But it's also in part because of the decor and the music.
You see, this is the first, and so far only, sushi bar I've ever
encountered that's steeped in reggae. Pictures of Bob Marley on the
walls, his music blasting out of the sound system, the chefs bopping
along to the music. To this day sushi doesn't seem complete without
that accompaniment. Still tastes good, though.