How much do you love your food?
Blog 39
| Yom Kippur is that extraordinary time of year when the Jews assemble together in Synagogues all over the world. It is a time of reflection, a time when everything can be cast aside to bear a new beginning!
After our final prayers we broke up to go our own way, I took off my scarf (Tallit), and joined my family before heading off to break-up from a twenty five hours period of fasting. It was the end of Yom Kippur; a time when Jews ask for atonement and repentance. Seconds later in the hallway, my wife divided the craved honey cake between us! Thirty minutes later we all walked into Hiro restaurant, on 163rd Street. Japanese cuisine is our daughter’s favorite and its reputation worthy of our custom, especially with our ravenous temperament. It was close to our home, and whereas Miami has so many wonderful restaurants it’s a wonder why we hadn’t moved here years ago. Yet not only does the food meet our approval, as well the ambiance has special vibes. |
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| delicious and ardently healthy as far as I am concerned. My wife being a negligible eater chose a single Temaki roll filled with rice, sashimi, soft cheese, and other delicacies. |
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When it came to my daughter’s turn she ordered everything from mixed noodle plates to a full boat of California rolled rice with cream cheese, a divine treat easy to bite because the seaweed is made inside-out, as opposed to typical sushi rolls that are rolled in dried seaweed. For those who are new to Japanese food it is because many people have a hard time biting them. As the dishes kept coming I ate as any good father does by helping down the wasabi that she doesn’t like. Just as well that I needed her sushi slices for combination plus the sliced ginger, which fortunately no one but me likes. The sashimi was tasty and the recipe blended well with rice and soy sauce. |
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