Sunday, May 11, 2008

Rock and Roll Sushi hits the mountain - go eat some fish!


We have waited, and waited, and waited for this moment. Good, affordable sushi closer than twenty miles away. It has happened with the opening of Rock -n-Roll Sushi in Lake Arrowhead's charming-ish Village. A chain of sushi joints catering to a young-acting, reggae listening, Coach bag carrying crowd. So was it worth the wait?
Rock and Roll Sushi sits next door to Papaya Bay, the Thai restaurant that has dominated the Asian cuisine scene here on the mountain (which isn't difficult) for a whopping two years.
So it's on now! Japanese versus Thai food. There should be room for both, right? Its probably a good thing the same company owns both restautants. Considering people in the mountains only go out to dinner for birthdays or with visiting relatives, its hard to determine what's what in the restaurant industry up here.
Are people really looking for good food, or just a place to relieve some of the cultural boredom of the mountains? I'm afraid I know the answer.

Let's take a look at the food:
From what we ordered and ate, it looks to be in the "American Sushi" style of rolls smothered in various salty sauces. Not bad tasting at all, but not tasting like much. Good sushi has that fresh, distinctly Japanese flavor. Good sushi is not afraid of itself, nor does it hide behind fancy eel sauces and store bought wasabi. When you can taste the 'special sauce' more than the fish, question this, said grasshopper.
It was my friends Lori and Mike's first time trying sushi - first time! How wonderful, so I was hoping it would be a great experience. I think we enjoyed picking from the 24 beers on tap selection more than the food menu.
We got the Psycho roll, (mike's choice, pretty adventurous for a first timer) the Red Dragon roll, and the Baked Lobster roll.
Tasty, extremely filling, well presented, average priced - but not what you would call "the best sushi I ever had."
How could it be?
They were out of endemame to begin with and the servers had trouble remembering the difference between spicey tuna and baked salmon - but they are trying.
The stainless steel, numerous flat screens pumping sports programming to the mountain masses, and the bright red and green of the interior solidifies Rock and Roll's place as a "California" sushi joint. Well, I suppose we'll take what we can get and be happy. I am looking forward to returning, (which is a good sign) and ordering sashimi and Udon. I will sit in the outdoor seating area and enjoy the lake view while sipping green tea, (which, come to think of it, they didn't offer. What's up with no green tea?).
I'm still waiting for a hole-in-the-wall noodle shop to open in Running Springs. It'll be called 'Little, Little Tokyo.'

Adult Pinatas - good clean fun



If only you could have been there.
Two birthday boys, both alike in their Tauranian ways. One from the mountains, one from the sea. Each in a celebratory mood, both game for a swing at the ol' bull on a string. Adult pinatas, (sorry, I can't figure out how to put the little squiggle over the n, but I know it should be there). The idea had been swinging around for awhile, and finally it was time to step up to the plate. An ancient tradition of youthful humiliation, what able bodied adult wouldn't want a crack at one?


We bought the pinata at a local "party supplier" but one of my students said that next time I should call his aunt who made "the best pinatas ever." I might call her because taking a swing at that bull on a string was one of the best moments of uncontrollable laughter I've had in a long time.
When's the next birthday?


The trick to an adult pinata is to fill it with "fun" things, things not ordinarily found in a 1st grader's pinata. The dice got a nod from Steve, one of the birthday boys. I believe he said, "I like the dice."
Good enough.
There were a few other bonuses tucked up in the tissue papered belly of the bull as well: lighters, lip gloss, asprin, profilactics, and some candy to round it out. The other birthday boy, Sean, scrambled for a bottle of moisterizing nasal spray and I think Mandy got the Visine drops. The next day I had to go back to the scene to make sure there weren't any 'traces' left strewn about on the forest floor. Surprise neighbors!
But looking back, I'm sure anyone would have joined in the swinging, if they had been invited.