I have come a long way since my "de-virgination" in Los Angeles when I was first subjected to eating raw fish.
At the time, I thought my hosts were joking when this minuscule piece of fish was delivered on an empty plate before me and I was urged to tuck in. I was also 18 years old and it wasn't April Fools Day.
Back in 1983, fine dining, for a student like me, was a Roy Rogers burger washed down with coke. And back home in England, a good meal was meat and two veggies.
It took me another five years to have the very greatest fortune to find myself in Washington DC and at the mercy of the then Japanese Embassy chefs who moonlighted in a local sushi joint. I became a convert and have never looked back.
Aisuru Sushi is the first sushi restaurant in Perth that I think comes close to deserving an "Excellent" tag. Artistic, interesting and above all else tasteful, their mixed and exciting offerings are what you should be eating in any place that peddles under the names of sushi or sashimi. Sure the price tags are slightly steep, but not in the league of the Crown Burswood restaurant proportions.
Aisuru is not a big place, but it is airy, neutral, functional and full of vim and vibe, bustling with aesthetes and pagans like me. Seriously, I would go there every day if I didn't have the urge to do what I like to do, experiment and go to other places.
Yes...I will be back...lots.
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