Otherwise known as that 'semi-mythical sushi place'. It is spoken of in hushed terms, not only because of the good sushi, but because it is the only, yes, ONLY sushi bar in the Mountains. Their opening hours are mysterious, and they are renowned for selling out almost as fast as they open. I decided to track this Shangri-La down.
Wednesday morning. 11 am. Wentworth Falls. Down some stairs at the end of a car park and we're queueing. Yes, queueing. In Wentworth Falls. It's utterly absurd. There's not 10 people in the whole village at that time of the morning. Cars pull up. Everyone looks a bit edgy.
The doors open, 15 minutes late. The better to build the tension, I guess. I'm 4th in line, and manage to snag 1 of the 2 AA grade tuna and avocado rolls, a seaweed roll and the one and only Inari. It's 11.17. I can't quite believe I pulled it off. I can't quite believe I'm queueing for lunch at 11am in the morning. I scuttle away with my ill-gotten gains clutched to my chest like someone's gonna wrest them from me. I prepare a snarl just in case they try.
My food allergies are so bad, sushi's about the only thing I can eat with any safety. To have to catch a train for 30 mins, queue for 20 and then barely get any is freaking ridiculous. I feel like I've been snapped into some parallel dimension where sashimi grade fish has become the drug of choice. But I have a solution. MAKE MORE SUSHI. Please, please, please.... (prolonged sad begging). You don't have to run out at 11.18.... please... JUST MAKE MORE. We'll buy it, I promise. read more