tokyo go-go

motivation: a long-awaited dinner with eternal crush mm after yoga class. we've known each other for a few years now and i'm thrilled every time i get to pin him down, as it were, for a japanese meal. we talk about relationships, sex, yoga, life, sex, writing, the future, sex, ambitions, hopes, sex toys, books, movies, burning man, and sex. sometimes it's flirty, sometimes it's serious, sometimes we jab at each other like siblings.

tonight the focus started out more serious and contemplative, but the atmosphere at tokyo go-go and the sake i kept poring upped the flirtability factor significantly. the crowd was young and cute and dressed young and cute. the servers were also young and cute, or as wordsmith mm put it, petite and well-groomed. the futuristic decor included sassy giant floating ball lights, an eclectic quirky soundtrack, and film projected onto the wall without sound. tokyo go-go has a full bar and signature drinks that we did not partake in. i was recovering from a recent vomitina incident and mm was sipping the sake enthusiastically. plus the special drinks are expensive. as, actually, is everything here.

we ordered a good chunk of food and mm goaded me into trying to stuff myself. the hamachi and kampachi nigiri were smallish and just satisfactory. we ate the reddest fucking maguro ever (mm speculated it had been artificially dyed in ox blood--did i mention he was tipsy?). the warm and moist unagi did not disappoint, but the uninspired dragon roll did. we also had the golden gate roll (non-impressive rice), the scallop (looked like foreskin), nasu nigiri (tasted like ruffles), the spider roll, and the seaweed salad (yummy). lucky for mm, it was my turn to pay. unlucky for me, tokyo go-go is over-priced. our bellies were mostly full and yet disillusioned.

i recommend tokyo go-go for meeting friends in the mission for drinks, but i don't need to come back for the fish. and neither do you.

itadakimasu!