Every Tuesday night, Madeline and I have a standing dinner date while Nick is at a workshop. The first time, we ended up ducking into a nearby sushi place. Mostly because it was easy and I recognized the name of the restaurant as one that my friend Patrizia said was a “must try.”
Tucked into a little spot on Pine Street, off the more busy South Street, J. Hinari has a sliding glass door to enter, and one that we always manage to use a little too much force with when opening and closing it.
Our dinner routine now is that we go to J. Hinari one week, and then someplace new the following week, and then back to J. Hinari. The hostess/waitress now knows us as soon as we walk in, and we get waves from the sushi chef. The first time we went, I immediately searched for their version of a shrimp tempura roll, because it’s my go-to at a more local place we like. Since we’ve been there roughly 5-6 times now, I’m slowly working my way through the sushi roll menu.
Or “fake sushi” as my friend Beth likes to say, because I don’t eat the ones with raw fish. (The only raw fish I like are raw oysters)