In addition to the wall separating our bedrooms and a close knit circle of friends, my roommate Bobby and I share a deep love for Japanese food. Since moving in to our apartment three years ago, we’ve noshed on our favorite cuisine all over the city together… crushing meat sticks at Yakitori Totto, pretending we know something about sake at Yopparai, standing outside in the cold for a platter of sushi at Tomoe our Friday night go-to, indulging in birthday omakase at Jewel Bako with tastiest urchin in all of the seas, etc.
This weekend, Bobby moves to Los Angeles, effectively leaving me as the last of the original four tenants. We’ve had several people cycle through our apartment over the last three years, but Bobby’s departure feels like the true end of an era we so excitedly began in early 2011. In 20 years, I’ll still reminisce about our glory days in this apartment: those summer nights on the rooftop, Breaking Bad marathons, and end of workday bitch-and-wine fests. Memories that fade into one another, with moments that remain sharp as ever.
It worked out serendipitously that my birthday treat reservation fell on Bobby’s last night in the city. We left it to Daisuke Nakazawa to help us celebrate. 23 pieces of incredible fish, 24 months of good times and great friendship, and a 25th birthday.
It was the very perfect end. Omakase.
Too cute. Birthday wishes from my Guide team #throughglass