Sushi Aka Tombo

The searing second afternoon of the heatwave found us in Japantown, where Rosie indulged a frivolous urge for a Jonathan Adler mug and bought an even more frivolous (though significantly cheaper) lantern at Goodwill. We then consigned ourselves to Japanese dollar stores where all sorts of adorable lunch accessories and ridiculous beauty products were rummaged through. At Ichiban Kan, Cheney zeroed in on bunny and bear shaped molds for hard boiled eggs, but alas, they were 75 cents for a reason, and did not even last through their first use. Hopefully the yet untested juicer is hardier. Daiso, on the other hand, was woefully unblessed with A/C and seemed to be in between restockings. Cheney was in search of cold soba noodles, but with our mobility compromised by the lingering heat and many parcels, we ended up at the nearby Sushi Aka Tombo. After summoning up the fortitude to drink steaming miso soup, Cheney ordered a decadent Uni-don and Rosie opted for a tamer gyoza and Alaska roll pairing. The potstickers were nicely crisp and the salmon topping the Alaska roll was fresh and buttery good. The Uni-don was a thing of scrumptious beauty, with generous helping of sweet, rich sea urchin nestled on glistening pearls of ikura. When we finished evening had fallen outside, and the city was finally slightly cooler, perfect for a bit of white wine in a newly acquired Daiso mug-- unless you don't realize your bottle is twist-off until you've tried the corkscrew on it. Rosie figures that's what she gets for buying the bottle entirely on the basis of the fact it had a goat on the label.