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You’d think with me being totally into Zen mastery and Eastern philosophy, the wonders of sushi would have a special place in my heart. And judging by my shape, you’d think I’d so enjoy eating those flavorful morsels would bring me another step close to Nirvana, ya know.
Yep. That you’d think.
So, after deep meditation, I have to come to another personal truth.
I don’t like sushi. In these trying times, money can be issue. And, well, if you saw my size, girth and height, you’d realize, sushi doesn’t really fill me up. If it were to do so, it would take a few hundred pieces to get me started. And since sushi is such a labor intensive work of culinary art, it takes specialized chefs to make them. And they are paid very well. So a sushi meal for this old RooBear means a few hundred bucks…
…only to be hungry again a few hours later.
However, let’s look at the reality.
Sushi tastes fantastic. The Japanese are a people of the true ascetic. They take a small slice of fish, add details and puft, in one bite, you are taken to places you didn’t expect. I was reminded of their wondrous beauty on a recent trip to Mobo Sushi right here in the Springs. Now, I’m going to make a gross generalization, but something I’ve observed while doing time here on the Front Range is that, well, we have a huge Asian population. I believe that with all of our military men returning from various bases on the rim of the Pacific, we have been blessed with some truly strong flavors of the Orient due to this.
And Mobo is a blessing. And I’ve been to two of the best sushi restaurants in the Springs.
And my feeling is that this place beats them all.
But I cannot figure out why. Tomo is good, to be sure, but the Western décor throws back memories of cheap sandwiches makes you expect easier pricing; Ai is massively expensive, but the front counter holds so many nick-nacks that you feel like that they might be lying about their quality.
Mobo, poor Mobo, is thrust back in an empty strip mall that is the victim of the recession. The only other business worthwhile is a nearby coffeehouse (I’m there right now!) and that’s it. However, when we arrived, the place was bustling with local military types. Now, remember my feelings about sushi, right? I decided to let my husOtter order those morsels whilst I experimented with the general contents of the open menu.
My gosh, it was good. The portions were truly American in size and the service was prompt and direct. The flavors were undeviated and profound. I felt the meal was cooked when I ordered, instead of being reheated.
And then there was my husband’s sushi. I leaned over and dashed a bite and, within moments, I remember my first days in high school when I discovered Japanese culture in my AC coursework. It was great then.
And it was suddenly great again.
I WILL be going back to Mobo sushi. With or without the sushi. And I want to steer the rest of you there too.
Something that's come to light to us recently--all of my family's bestest friends are people we eat with. My mother has four best friends and each and everyone one of them is an accomplished and confident cook or is, at least, married to one. And, as we devoured this meal like ninjas, my husband pointed out that our dear friends had smuggled him to this place a few weeks back, so he knew of it's beautiful flavors. In that statement, I realized that my best friends were really just the same as my mother's. People with fantastic palates. So I've come to the realization it's not what you eat, but who you eat with...and judging by how good this place was? They must really care for us!
MOBO SUSHI
5975 N. Academy Blvd
Colorado Springs, CO 80918
(719) 593-8249
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