I had lunch with my dad today. Since I usually get to choose where we have lunch, and my favorite food is sushi, we tend to go to I Love Sushi every 3 or 4 times we get together. One could assume, with a name like “I Love Sushi”, that the owners of the restaurant are sushi fans but perhaps offer a product that is not genuine. In this case, one would be wrong.
Unlike many sushi restaurants on the east side, Bellevue’s I Love Sushi is Japanese owned and run. The servers all speak Japanese, the menu* is available in Japanese, and the food is predominately unadulterated Japanese cuisine. *Side note: the last time we went to I Love Sushi, my father noticed changed language on the menu; instead of just Japanese and English, he noticed Chinese characters. When he asked one of the servers why they had done that, they told him that so many of the regulars were elderly Chinese immigrants who could not, or who chose not to, read Japanese or English. I guess that’s a sign of an adaptive restaurant that listens to its customers!
I’ve always found the service at I Love Sushi to be quick and attentive. The fish is very fresh and reasonably priced for the portions. The restaurant isn’t large, but has a full bank of windows and feels bright and airy.
My father was all smiles when talking about the recent visit of my brother’s family. He loves little kids and is very good with them, for a short period (while his energy levels last). I think that he found himself surprised that, for a guy who regularly walks an 18-hole course without breaking a sweat, keeping up with a two and a half-year old is difficult. Still, hearing how much he enjoyed spending time with his grandson did tap on my guilt-nerves at least a little bit. Tick tock tick tock goes Grandpa’s biological clock…