Seriously. If you go to NYC and go to one of those giant, “hip” sushi places, you make me sad. Not mad. Just sad.
I’ve been known to want to go to those big places from time to time….mainly Matsuri, but seriously…there is nothing. like. Blue Ribbon on Sullivan between Prince and Spring.
When I am doing my diet bullshit (and oh, how it is bullshit) sushi is the ONLY thing I find that will satisfy me. Canned tuna with avocado? Fuck off. Hardboiled egg with salt and pepper? Go to hell. A beautiful slice of tuna sashimi with wasabi and ginger? Kiss me.
Here are my 2 personal recommendations, if you ever make it out to Blue Ribbon. These 2 little starters will fill you right up and satisfy you in every way. Except sexually. You might need a partner for that one:
SO fresh and light and salty and wonderful. Take a bit of the yuzu pepper puree (in the cucumber) onto your chopsticks and grab the amberjack sashimi. This is heaven. Spicy and salty.
I really live for this, to the point where I can actually taste it just by thinking of it. Is that gross? It is, isn’t it? Really light and delicious and FILLING, which is really important to me. You get every flavor you crave (for me, it’s salty and sweet mixed together) and yet you don’t leave the restaurant mad at yourself. Love.
Blue Ribbon Sushi
119 Sullivan Street
New York, New York