Sushisamba on Park

So, continuing an unnaturally diverse series of posts about food, tonight for dinner I went to Sushisamba on Park Ave. after our quarterly meeting at the office. (And, no, I didn't take foodbloggy pictures. I was with a bunch of editors! So not appropriate!) It was okay. Not amazing. I've heard that the West Village location is better; the thing about restaurants in the Madison Square Park/Flatiron area is that they're in a very business-heavy part of town, and any one of those upscale places for dinner or a happy hour will have a cramped, thank-goodness-the-workday's-over vibe. Kind of like any of those same restaurants for lunch will have a guys-in-suits-talking-money vibe.

Beyond that, the experience was pretty good. I ordered two dishes: yellowtail ceviche (with ginger, garlic, and soy) and a seared beef maki roll with palm, pineapple, and scallion. The former was quite delicious; the latter was only so-so and not particularly memorable, but not terrible. For dessert I had mochi ice cream...green tea, passionfruit, and lychee. Kind of typical Asian-restaurant fare, nothing like what you'd find at a dessert bar or anything, but whatever. It was good!

Food-blogging is not my strength. Food-eating is. But aside from the goings-on at the office, food was kind of the highlight. Oh, and Lost. Tonight's episode had some of the prettiest sights to look at out of all three seasons, but I had some trouble figuring out exactly what the point of it all was. And not in the island-mindfuck sense, but in the "who's writing this script?" sense.