Crazy Fish

by janet on April 1st, 2008

Earlier in this decade, I was, like, way into clubbing. I would put on a sort of gross outfit, get my Benetton crew (a Latina chick, a black chick, and a gay Canadian dude), and brazenly walk to the front of the line at the club, and get in. The mere thought of attempting that now makes me shake with fear and anticipated humiliation. What difference a half a decade can make!

Anyway, same thing with Crazy Fish. Shimi originally introduced me to this hole in the wall way back in 2002 I think? It was one of those wait forever type of places, where you wouldn’t dare go with a party any larger than 2. Their best role was the Kinta roll – spicy tuna wrapped in crunchy tempura with eel sauce.

I went this time with Marianna, one of my dearest oldest friends. Practically a sister, though I hadn’t seen her in 5 years. I was worried. Would Mariana and I pick up right where we left off? Would the wait still be insane? Would the Kinta roll still be good?

Everything was great! Particularly the Kinta Roll. Their rolls are gigantic and messy, but they really have got the combination so amazingly divinely perfect. You can always squirt eel sauce on anything and it will taste better (hint hint – it’s just teriyaki!) but somehow the tartare mixture (no mayo here! just delicious juicy oil from the tempura) blends so well with the sauce. Probably it is the sheer fact that there were about two grains of rice stuck to 30 grams of fish, oil, carbs, and sugar.

We got another roll with tuna, yellowtail, avocado, and something else but whatever with that.

Why is the Kinta roll called the Kinta roll? If you say it in Japanese, it’s “Kintamaki.” “Kintama” means testicle. I think I’m onto something here. No?

Why do I always end my posts with reference to balls? Balls.

Crazy Fish
9105 W Olympic Blvd
Beverly Hills 90212

One Response to “Crazy Fish”

  1. nina says:

    OMG. i WANT that second roll.

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