Perry’s was the first location I wanted to stay at for the rest of the day. Maybe it was because I was so relaxed after dropping the kids off at the pool, but I am 95% sure that it was because of the White Sangria. No words seemed to work to describe my excitement for this drink. Someday, I will perfect this cocktail and serve it to my wife on our first date; anyone could drink eleventeen of these things without knowing they’re mucho alcoholico.
We had the sushi sampler. It said that it was chef’s choice, so I figured we were going to get some real omakase shit, but we received California and Spicy Tuna rolls because that’s what “chef’s choice” actually means. They were pretty freakin’ fantastic; we killed the whole plate.
I need to vent for a second – I went on a date to Fugakyu after 24 in 24: Boston and Hiro (head chef and the guy I interviewed) wasn’t there. The waiter came up to me and asked me what I wanted, and since I wasn’t paying, I said that I wanted two dishes, $30, omakase. He said that I needed to pick; I said that I wanted something adventurous. He said something to the effect of “I will have to choose it,” and I said that was fine and repeated my adventurous request. He came back with two dishes: five types of Sashimi, and a California/Shrimp Tempura combo. Now, If Hiro was there and knew the waiter did this, he would have been sent home for the day. I didn’t send it back because I asked for omakase, and I hadn’t wanted to raise a stink since it was sort of not my place to say what “Omakase” was, but he basically slapped me in the face for not telling him exactly what I wanted. He’s probably working somewhere else by now, because it was apparent that he had little respect for his position.
The sushi at Perry’s was a nice break from the last two breakfasts we had and was very pleasing to the eye. They used both roasted and black sesame seeds on the outside of the California roll, which added a little something to the flavor and made the rolls more exciting. Perry’s wins the Diametrically Opposed award for 24 in 24: DC since the place was nearly empty when we arrived the minute they opened on Saturday but is packed to the gills with a line outside every Sunday I have ever been to. Twice when I have brunched there, there’s been a longer line behind me than in front of me, and I’d been the last/near the last of the people sat for the show.
I should mention, they don’t serve the brunch on Saturdays.
We weren’t ready for the impressiveness at Old Ebbit Grill, but we were going to get it, and get it good.