Takara Sushi

Takara Sushi was the location for a spontaneous dinner out with our crew of city nerds: a project manager, a nurse, a technical writer, a scifi author/ex-punk/health administrator, and an architect. We were drinking in the Castro and I wanted sushi. As usual. None of us had ever eaten there, but it looked full when we walked by and we took that as a good sign.

Walking in, I was immediately dismayed, however, by the Bluefin Tuna on the specials board and menu full of bad choices. Takara seems to make no effort to serve ocean-friendly alternatives, and they're going to drive themselves out of business in the process.

Because I was out with friends and didn't want to leave by then, we made the most of the menu and ordered Walu and Tobiko Nigiri, some rolls, and some vegetarian maki. And several bottles of sake and beer. Mmmm. The quality of the food was good, though not super spectacular. The service was great, and the friendliness made it feel like a nice neighborhood place. The flirtability was high all around, thanks to my good-looking companions and my decision to imbibe. My belly would have been significantly fuller if I hadn't had guilt limiting my ordering. Prices were quite reasonable, and they automatically added the tip for our party of six, which was fine.

If Takara got smart and started being more intentional and forward-thinking about their fish choices, I'd be back in a heartbeat. As it is, I wouldn't recommend you encourage or support them until they do.

Itadakimasu!