Perry and I had dinner last night at Kisaku, in the Greenlake area of Seattle. My friend, Robby, endorses this restaurant, so I knew it would be grand, what with Robby’s Japanese ties/roots/inclinations.
The food was sublime. The kind that makes you talk with your mouth full–because the first bite of each new thing is so striking, so tasty, that I had to immediately exclaim, “Oh my. Oh my gosh” and so on. Kisaku has a menu online, and you might want to leisurely study in advance and avoid the pressure of trying to choose from all the many delectable options once you get to the restaurant table.
We worked our way through Sunomono, Edamame, Caterpillar Roll, Spicy Tuna Roll, Devil’s Vegetable Roll, and Spider Roll. Then, we had more (prawn and vegetable tempura).
Robby told us how during his dialysis treatment he ate 3 or 4 times a week at Kisaku; he couldn’t eat much then, and apparently there is something about salt that becomes attractive during kidney failure/treatment.
One of the reasons we were together with Robby (and his wife, my friend, Betty) was to talk about his practice as a Buddhist priest and the possibility of him officiating our wedding. In a magical way, Robby’s explanation of how he conducts a marriage ceremony, matched keenly with Perry and my conversation earlier in the day, of what elements we wanted in our ceremony. Among many things, Robby spoke of creating “ritual space”; I am very much looking forward to walking with him through such sacredness and into marriage.
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