We reserved a front booth for the second meal we had at this sweet little PB nest secreted in a nondescipt-but-incredibly-busy strip mall. We returned, of course, because our first visit was so seriously swell.
Listening to the sounds of the welcoming interplay between the sushi chefs and the incoming patrons was calming compared to the stomach-disabling music we hear bleated and blared so often at other San Diego restaurants.
Every menu choice seems to sing out "Try me! You'll Like Me!" And you will. Especially the baked scallop dish! Or the baked sea bass! Or the "house salad!" (Which is an American menu-name for something totally unlike this "house salad"). The greens were the usual salad greens. The dressing, though, was delicately delicious, flavored with fresh ginger that appeared to have been pressed into ultra fine bits in a tool similar to a garlic press. And the ginger heat had somehow been calmed.
What I really love about Sushi Ota is: I could spend an afternoon here reading a captivating book. Every once in awhile, some activity might gently draw my attention away from my book.
And that would not annoy me!
Sushi Ota makes its own lyrical music every day. And plays it for its very lucky patrons.
