I was in town for part of the Martin Luther King weekend and was finally able to go eat at Sakura with another hound as Kirk had agreed to meet me there on Saturday night. When we got there, the small place was fairly busy, so Kirk and I ordered glasses of sake to start. After a glass (or two?) the waitress came over and asked us what we wanted. But we hadnt seen a menu yet, and we wanted to start with some of the cooked dishes. So after another sake (or two?) we ordered ankimo, fried Japanese peppers, and fried chicken (I dont remember their Japanese names). Well after another couple of sakes, the peppers and chicken arrived. The chicken nuggets (?) were good and Kirk seemed impressed by their breading. The Japanese peppers were tempured and just wonderful with a nice dipping sauce--not too spicey with good flavor and crunch. Only then did we finally find out that they were out of ankimo, so there was no anglerfish liver. After another sake (or two?) we finally got Kazus attention and ordered some sushi. Unfortunately, he had nothing unusual or out of the ordinaryno ama ebi, toro, suzuki, or tai. So with another couple of sakes (or three?) Kirk and I ate through a range of fine sushi. In particular, I remember the uni was (as always at Sakura) perfectly exquisite. I believe the maguro and mirugai and the other fish were good too, but I must admit that for some reason my memory of all the sushi is a bit fuzzy. I do remember that we even got Kazu to make a hamachi and green onion roll which was very good, I think. The sakes were good. It was great talking with Kirk. Somehow I got back to my motel. All in all I had a good time. Did I mention that the sakes were good? While it was great getting to know Kirk better, I was a little disappointed in Sakura. The service (except for bringing us more sakes) was uneven, and they were out of any of anything really special at the sushi bar. Still, I was pleased that Kirk liked the menu and the dishes from the kitchen. I only wish that we had ordered a few more cooked dishes and that I could remember the end of the meal.