My husband and I were 12 blocks from home,
walking from our car to Tamaya at 22nd and J streets, when I
asked if he thought it was too soon to call home and see how
everything was going. Truth be told, I knew it was: We had left
our 4-week-old daughter with the best babysitter even money
can’t buy, my mom, mere minutes before. But it was our first
outing sans baby, I was feeling a little nervous, and I wanted
him to stop me from whipping out my cell phone.
Happily, he did, and I managed
to settle down to concentrate on the first sushi I’d been able
to order in, oh, about 10 months. It was no accident that I
chose Tamaya for our first post-baby restaurant dinner. The lure
of raw fish was calling out to me. While I’m still not about to
eat much tuna--all that mercury, don’t you know--I figured the
minuscule amount in one or two rolls would be vastly less
damaging than the curiously beading quicksilver I used to play
with as a kid, when a glass thermometer happened to break.
Tamaya is close to home, newly opened and replete with rolls:
just what I was looking for...read more
