on a mission.

i went to meet lisa for dinner last night in the mission. she'd never been to minako, which i'm sure i've mentioned at least once before... maybe. minako serves absolutely amazing all-organic japanese homestyle food and innovative sushi, including a whole page of vegetarian options. the service isn't too speedy, but judy, the hostess with the mostess, plays tunes to keep your foot tapping (we had a mixture of bollywood, copa cabana, and rock last night) and makes sure your tummy doesn't go hungry for too long. so, just to recap, the best sushi in all of san francisco resides in the mission. it may seem like somewhat of an oxymoron, but the only moron is you if you don't go.

to get to minako, i took bart down to the mission, and i had just gotten my hair cut earlier in the day, so naturally i was distracted, what not having tons of hair blocking my vision and all. i could quite clearly see the 3 drug deals i walked by, along with the baby seller and mariachi veteran in need. but what i seemed to miss was the little latino man following me for a block and a half. and trying to put his hand on my arm. and then saying "aylo, mees. yu so preety. wan tu go owd wit mee?" um. no. i don't. after whipping out some amazing matrix-style moves, like running up the fruit seller's walls to perform spinning mid-air kicks and whacking my fist into the ground creating mini-earthquakes, he left me alone, and i was able to go get kick-ass sushi in a safe and protected restaurant. the whole experience was worth it because now i can think about the tempura roll wrapped with avocado and spinach and the non-fish broth homemade miso soup w/sprouts and the complimentary appetizer of mushrooms and other fine things of the earth wrapped in salty nori and the funky dessert of dark bean puree encased in a light gelatin material topped with plum jelly. mmmm. so worth it.