In the mid '80's I started going to a little Japanese place at the foot of Potrero Hill, Moshi Moshi.
It was like a neighborhood bistro. On weekends, it rocked and in between it got Giants games on tv. Mits, the owner, was there every night, rather glamorous in his horn rims & tweeds.
Then the neighborhood changed. The working class, good-times-loving customers moved away and the new condo/loft neighbors weren't dining out.
Tonight the bar was jammed. In the slowest of weeks, Moshi Moshi has hit itself a home run.
Mits is still there. He welcomes his guests in Japanese garb. John (former bartender,now manager) is overseeing the floor.
The place was packed with mostly young happening folks, and the food looked great. Personally, I enjoyed my chicken ka-arage and miso. The decor, ambiance and music give it a great vibe. After hanging in there forEVER, I applaud Moshi Moshi--and I had a great time!
Hounds out for a fun time, give it a chance!