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WHEN THEY HEARD I was going out for sushi, a few fishy aficionado friends couldn't wait to give me the benefit of their advice. So, when my dining partner Rolf and I visited No1 Sushi Bar, we were expecting a spotless restaurant, raw fish prepared in sight and well- seasoned rice. Perhaps another rule should be, don't eat sushi in Edinburgh's Tollcross - an area famed more for Sunday morning pavement-pizzas than oriental haute cuisine. Still, like a couple of Samurai warriors, we were willing to take a chance on this new venture.
As it is overlooked by a bus-shelter, and we normally pass by on the other side of the road (on visits to the Cameo cinema), we couldn't imagine what the interior looked like. So we were surprised to find it hadn't gone for low-slung tables with tatami mats, or the Bladerunner-esque look of most sushi establishments. Instead it was quite couthy, with pretty bird-of-paradise wallpaper and, on a wall- mounted TV, a Japanese Ronnie Corbett lookalike demonstrating how to boil a couple of still-kicking crayfish.See the full content of this document
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Restaurant Review: No1 Sushi Bar: This Sushi Bar Is Not Top of My Charts
After browsing the four-page menu while munching on complimentary wasabi peas, our cheery and chatty waitress took our orders.
I plumped for deep-fried bean curd (GBP 3.50) while Ro...See the full content of this document
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