January 9, 1992 |
For good Japanese food and sushi in a cool, relaxing atmosphere, climb upstairs to Kamakura, nestled above a neat cluster of shops on Irvine Avenue in Costa Mesa. After choosing either a seat at the bar, or at the sushi bar staffed with friendly chefs, or at a table, try some of the appetizers. The deep-fried sesame chicken ($3.25) makes for a tasty light meal starter. Other good bets running from $4 to $6.50 include crab and tartar scallops. Dinner prices range from $7.50 to $21.
June 3, 1988 |
"I don't believe it," says my wife, Keiko, as she eyes the long line at the front desk of Taiko, a white-hot Irvine restaurant that does not take reservations. "In Japan, even Michael Jackson is not this popular." Keiko, a Tokyo native, has been looking forward to eating at this upscale sushi bar for months; she looks positively downcast when the hostess gives her the bad news: "Table . . . one hour. Sushi bar . . . 40 minutes." "Let's go," she says, pulling at my sleeve.
August 29, 1991 |
The unassuming restaurant, Aya, was called to my attention by a reliable source--the owners of a Japanese restaurant in Santa Barbara. They make a habit of stopping there for a meal on their way home from Los Angeles. Located in a mini-mall that faces the freeway, Aya is small and cozy, with only three booths, a few tables and a curving sushi bar. With lots of smooth blond wood, pink tabletops, colorful Japanese knickknacks and easy, friendly service, it has quite a pleasant, homey feeling.
September 20, 2001 |
Photographs from the 1920s show Western Avenue south of what is now the San Diego Freeway as little more than a dirt track lined with telegraph poles. These days, it's a busy backbone between the two South Bay cities of Gardena and Torrance, pocked with strip malls, auto body shops, Japanese plant nurseries and industrial parks.
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August 25, 2007 |
For years, after he had moved back to the old neighborhood, Roy Yoshioka jogged past a slender little restaurant on 1st Street in Boyle Heights. He couldn't imagine it was still open, the place his uncle and aunt had opened more than half a century ago. The place where he watched his mother make sushi for thousands of bento lunch boxes. Then, a few months ago, an old friend invited him to lunch there -- at the last Japanese restaurant in Boyle Heights.
October 13, 1988 |
Akiko Yamashita carefully pricked a hole in the paper strip and strung it high on a bamboo shoot adorned with origami cranes and angel fish. A visitor to the Japanese section of the Huntington Gardens in San Marino handed Yamashita another strip with her wish written on it. Nearby, Atsuko Hasegawa explained that in Chinese lore, dreams come true on the seventh day of the seventh month because mythical lovers meet on that day every year.