Are you a Japanese food fan?
This casual restaurant in a residential neighborhood on El Paso’s east side is a Japanese food fan favorite.
But if you’ve ever had “difference of opinion” with your better half or cannot fathom yet accept how he can see something as blue when it’s clearly red, you’ll understand why
This Sunny’s Sushi review almost didn’t happen.
My husband has no love for sushi or seafood.
Yet when friends in El Paso suggested dinner at Sunny’s Sushi, we jumped at the chance. For one, we really do like spending time with this couple!
For another, it had been a long time since my last infusion of good sashimi and I needed another one . . . BAD. And hubby likes steak.
Sunny’s Sushi, with its teppanyaki grill, offered both.
We walked into Sunny’s after an hour’s drive from Las Cruces, not bad considering the Saturday evening traffic. The decor was okay. But what the interior didn’t provide by way of extra charm or pizzazz, the food quality and presentation more than made up for.
My miso soup arrived delicious and HOT.
Is it just me or don’t you appreciate it, too, when your “hot” food is actually “hot?” And think “hot” food served warm is just . . . wrong?
Our dinner plates arrived together and hubby L. Heaved a sigh of anticipation when he saw his plate, even before tasting it.
Actually, I sighed at his plate, too ~ since he always allows me a taste of what he’s having.
Since Hubby knows I prefer my hot foods hot, he offered me a taste right away.
What I can say from that small sample was that the beef was juicy and both rice and veggies well-seasoned.
What I can say from Hubby not offering me a second bite and remarking “I really like the rice” ~ not typically one of his favorite things ~ was that he, as well, thought his dish tasted pretty good.
Never mind. I focused on the meal in front of me, a sashimi and sushi combination plate from the sushi bar.
Each piece of sashimi tasted so tender, the rice of each nigiri-sushi piece soft yet firm. Everything looked and tasted fresh.
Like usual I saved a piece of the maguro (tuna) sashimi for last. Gathered up the crisp strands of daikon and dipped them into the soy sauce.
Then I picked up the maguro, took it on the same trip.
Didn’t put the whole thing in my mouth, but ate only half. Because I wanted to repeat the routine, make the dance last as long as possible.
Frozen desserts for all followed that last trip to the soy sauce pool, a sweet wrap-up to another good meal of Japanese food in El Paso.
How far do you typically travel for good Japanese food?