Sushi Sasa

I'm behind again. The night we went to Sushi Sasa was the night after the Broncos kicked the Jets' behinds at Mile High. KB & C invited M and I to join them and Baby J for the game. It was great. Kind of tough having grown up a Jets fan, but that was a long, long time ago on an island far, far away. I live in Broncos Country now, and my brother and father have both converted to being G-men.

Nonetheless, we were going to stop in at My Brother's Bar for a bite, but it was closed. So Sushi Sasa and it's vinyl "now open" sign beckoned us from across the street. We went for it and were not disappointed.

It was very quiet when we first arrived, and our sporty attire was a bit out of synch with the sleek modernism. We were with the sushi guru, (C) though, and I felt confident that while the other members of the sushi congregation might have pood-poohed our garb, we were with a true believer.

As usual, I can't exactly remember everything we ordered. I know we went with the can't-be-beat price on a Ferrara sauvignon blanc. We went with it twice, as a matter of fact.

There was a great sashimi appetizer that rocked. I can't remember what it was, though. M had the cooked cod reminiscent of the cod we had at Nobu and he loved it. There was a lot of sushi and it was fantastic.

E.O.D. Bathroom Rating: M went first, and since I've been practicing my Italian, I asked "Dov e?" He replied "a sinistra," which means "on the left." It was actually a sinistra e then a destra. Hee hee, hoo hoo... I guess you had to be there. Anyway, the bathroom was sweet in that it's a single. Nicely decorated with a sunken glass sink. (Although they should spray paint the u-pipe cover black, I think.) 4 out of 5 flushes.