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LA (STUDIO CITY): THE BEST WAY TO OMIT THE STRESS OF ORDERING

By Nora Zelevansky / May 25th, 2010

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I get a lot of shite for the way I order meals.  It's true.  More than one person in my life has teasingly called me "Sally" (like When Harry Met Sally) in response to my particular ways.

As you all know, I'm not a picky eater.  But I do know what I want and how I want it.  Okay, fine, and maybe I also think I know best how other people will like it too.  Whatever.

Some people might call that bossy.  I call it public service.

I mean, seriously, I could choose to be less opinionated and people might like it better, but I'd rather like my food than be liked because I was mellow about my food and let other people who care a lot less about food order for me and make me eat bland weird things with extra cilantro, mayonnaise and American cheese on them, for the love of  … sorry.

But this is not about Craft Singles.  Or my inner rage.

This is about Sushi Nozawa.  Because a lot of you have probably visited this little no frills sushi spot in the Valley and experienced the "sushi nazi's" unbelievable fish, I won't bore you with too much info.  Suffice it to say that the Omakase situation is pretty much the only option here.  You sit down and they just start handing you plates of the freshest fish you've ever tasted, pretty much until you say uncle.  Talk about taking the pressure off!

It had been a while since I'd eaten here, but Andre and I made a spur of the minute decision to treat ourselves and, whoa Nelly (Who is Nelly?), the toro–which apparently arrived from Fiji today–was literally the best tuna I think I have EVER tasted.  I have no idea why it was so incredible.  It just was.

I didn't get a lot of pics, as I forgot my camera and you're not allowed to use cell phones inside the restaurant.  I didn't want to get in trouble.

But suffice it to say that dinner was delicious.  Almost delicious enough to combat the trauma of potentially the last Law & Order ever and the different variety of trauma associated with the Bachelorette's 30 douche bag fete.

I'm just saying, they shouldn't have canceled the show.  But that's just one bossy girl's opinion.

xo – N.

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