I’m pretty much not afraid to put anything in my mouth.
I don’t like it when someone tries to put words in there though. I also don’t like eating my words, which is almost worse than having someone put something in there that I don’t like!
Now I said I’m not afraid to put anything in my mouth, I didn’t say I would put anything in my mouth… there’s a difference, just to clear that up.
So I went back to Cow balls the other day and… that’s another thing I probably wouldn’t want to put in my mouth. No, not probably… definitely. So Oxnard (or cow balls) as you all know, is not a place I normally go to hang out, but I found myself there the other day, in very good company I might add, and I have to admit, I was surprised by Oxnard! And maybe… even possibly… wrong about Oxnard… which would mean I’d have to eat my words! But I said “maybe”, the jury’s still out, so I still get to make fun of Oxnard.
C’mon let’s face it, every place has another place that people make fun of! L.A. has… well, itself, and Thousand Oaks has… Agoura, Westlake, Simi, Camarillo, Ventura, Moorpark, Santa Paula, Port Hueneme… and Oxnard, which is mostly known for its strawberries, and the Mexicans that pick them. But it also has a cute beach area where all the white people live, so that part’s gotta be safe.
I always thought you’d have to speak Spanish to go hang out in Oxnard, and you pretty much do, but I never thought you’d have to speak Japanese to hang out in Oxnard… but you do. Well, you do if you want good sushi, otherwise skip it. The good thing is, you don’t have to be fluent, just a few jumbled words will probably get you by. I know just enough to order sushi and say Domo Arigato, which was good since I needed to thank the Japanese for the delicious sushi they gave me!
Like I said, I was with some really great company and he took me to this great little Japanese place and I would never in a million years think that there would be great sushi in Oxnard. I had
stupidly boldy made the statement that you can’t find excellent sushi in the entire county, and now I’m having to eat those words because of this place… this place in… the place we went to… me ‘n my really great company… down there in Oxnard…
Ummm, okay I don’t think I wanna tell you where this place is. If I do, it’ll become the next hot spot and I don’t think I wanna give it up. Don’t get me wrong, I really like
all most of you but I’m not sure I wanna dine with you. I certainly don’t wanna see this gem of a sushi place become packed with a bunch of fish-eating morons from Agoura or Westlake, not that those assholes would ever go to Oxnard to dine!
The owners of this place are Japanese, which is always a great start for a sushi place, and I don’t think the sushi chef speaks any English, and the server speaks very little, but we seemed to communicate just fine in spite of our differences. In fact, my companion was managing to make our server giggle, although I don’t think it was because she thought he was being clever or funny…
One thing I really like about this sushi place is that it’s no-frills, which is how I like it. You won’t find a bunch of ridiculous rolls here. This place is strictly Tokyo-style, which means authentic sushi and sashimi, elegantly and simply prepared. For instance, we had an order of halibut, which was very fresh and beautifully presented with just a sprinkling of lemon zest and salt, which really brought out the flavor of the fish. We also had luscious tuna belly, which was served straight up with just a smidgen of wasabi, and it just melted in our mouths (unlike the words I’m having to eat). And their wasabi was really fresh too! It’s so clean and hot, it’ll clear your sinuses all the way up to your brain and clean that out too, and there are lots of people out there that desperately need some of that!
But I’m still not going to mention the name of the place, I’m keeping it for myself and that great company I was with, so if you wanna know where it is, you’ll have to try to find us! And all I can say is: 幸運