The Gaslight District in San Diego is a bit of foodie heaven; it can also be described as a sports-bar hell. Stepping into this tranquil spot for an hour of fresh sashimi served by people who seem to truly care about what they are serving is a great gift in this area of the city, mostly known for bars that service the needs of a young crowd eager to get wasted and hook up. The sashimi was wonderful. The sake suggestion was more than I would have expected. The toro was a blissful slice of wonder. Unless I'm mistaken, the wasabi was freshly grated, as opposed to the all-to-frequent reconstituted paste served in lesser sushi bars. Desserts are another matter. Does Japanese cuisine embrace sweet desserts? Does infusing brulee with green tea make it Japanese? Might it be better to just simply say, "Sorry, we are a no-dessert sushi bar"?
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