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OVERHEARD WHILE SIPPING SAKE “ I have conversations here that I don’t have anywhere else.”“I don’t think when I eat something like this (The softest French Kisses). This is like reading Nabokov. This hits you somewhere between the shoulder blades.” “I work at the VA. I have a patient there that I have to give shots to. As an incentive, I give her a piece of sushi from my lunch. One day, after I had given her a piece of sushi, she beamed and said “Mmmmmmmm Miya’s Sushi!” I swear to you, I never told her where the sushi was from.” “I remember Michel telling me that he’d been coming to Miya’s fro ten years. “Man, you must be old, “ I thought. I look around now; some of these peoples were in elementary school when I first started coming. It kind of just hits you like “Oh my god.” I remember thinking at the time, if I’d been here for ten years, I’m a loser. Now, I’ve been here for fourteen. Man, I’ve been eating here for fourteen years!” “This place is to sushi what jazz was to music. The first time they heard it they were like “What is this?” People were offended by Jazz. You had those guys doing amazing music that lots of people didn’t understand. It feels like Jazz at Miya’s.” “You area normal guy. People who work at Miya’s are all normal guys. And, the people who come here are not pretentious. They are sophisticated but not pretentious. The menu makes fun of itself. What you re saying to people is that you don’t have to be a pretentious gourmand to appreciate adventurous food; it’s okay to have chocolate chips with eel.” “This is not fusion but greater than that. It is internationalist. This is the kind of food that you’d expect on the Starship Enterprise that would be created in the replicator. A little but of Scotty, a little bit of Kirk, a little bit of Ohara, a little bit of Checkov and a little bit of Sulu to represent earth food to the rest of the universe.” |
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