Having found ourselves chowpup-less but exhausted and reservation-less on the Friday following Valentine's, me and de spouse went to Saito's again. Parking lot has gotten even funkier.
There was one other party in the place for most of dinner. What this meant is that we had the attention of a fairly brilliant chef for approximately half the time over roughly an hour.
Had the "toro and pickles" roll again. Were in a fairly curious mood, so did lots of "Whatever that was you just served THEM, what was it and we'll take one".
Had SARDINE sushi, among other things. Passed on the abalone which the other party was having, but had the best Hoki claim I've ever had, and the best urchin, bar none...
My hope is that the neighborhood scares off enough people so that the place doesn't get ruined by everyone flooding there from the Westside, but that the Chowhounds give Saito just enough business to get him to move to a less funky part of Sunset...
(I was eating breakfast the Saturday following that fateful day lo those many years ago when Los Angeles Magazine opined that Millie's, which then seated about ten, had one of the best breakfasts in town; I remember the side I heard of the incessant telephone calls: "East of La Cienega, yeah, we are! NO, MORE than five blocks, PAST Fairfax!" "Parking is on the street. Valet? No, and don't offer your car to anyone who says we do!")