Monday, November 28, 2011.
Sushi Like Old Times.
Mary Ann, looking over my shoulder as I write this, saw the last paragraph of yesterday's diary and said, "How could you not know that was Jimmy Graham at Morton's? He's a superstar with the Saints! When Mary Leigh saw him sitting there in the private room, she went crazy!" And Graham wasn't dining with his wife as I said (he's not married), but with friends. MA also takes issue with my underestimate of the service, even though I said not a beat was missed. "That was a really enjoyable evening," she said.
When exactly did I lose control of this department?
This visit from Jude has been marked by his not itching to get back to Los Angeles. He's kept himself busy hanging with old friends and working out at a gym. And he has spent a lot of time with his sister. They have grown up with a great relationship, one that brings great pleasure to their mother.
Jude and I ticked off one of our father-son rituals today with lunch at Little Tokyo. The young guy who owns the place recognized him immediately, even though it's over a year since we came in together. "Well, look who's in town from Hollywood!" he said, capturing the event perfectly.
We had two big rolls--Burning Man and Caterpillar, both involving spicy seared tuna and avocado. And some snapper with ponzu, fresh salmon, and asparagus rolls. On the hot side was an order of pot stickers and a bowl of rice with teriyaki sauce. The latter was the last remnant of what Jude used to get every time we came: chicken teriyaki. But he didn't eat sushi then. He eats it all the time now, because that's a requirement of living on the West Coast.
Little Tokyo. Mandeville: 590 Asbury Dr. 504-727-1532.
