Haru wasn't particularly full, even though it was 2pm on a Friday, prime time for midday business eaters. Maybe it was the neighborhood. My two servers, one male and one female, cane quickly and enthusiastically. No sooner had I ordered a cup of green tea did a vibrant jade mug appear before me, denser and more wheatgrass-green than any tea I've ever seen.
Seaweed salad came nestled in a cup of radicchio and flanked by long strands of carrot and jicama. Yuzu juice added a final, welcome touch to a hard-to-hurt classic. I love the texture of seaweed salad, the brininess, the weight of it in my mouth. I don't like how it gets stuck in my teeth and think it should be mandatory for Japanese restaurants to serve the dish with toothpicks.
For a light lunch, I had a tuna ceviche, citrus marinated tuna with grape tomatoes, cubed apples, onion, and rich avocado. The tuna itself was meaty and substantial and the bright vinegary sauce offered a nice contrast to crunchy fruits and vegetables, not to be outdone by the traditional (and exceptionally creamy) avocado. I could have eaten two of these, the perfect dish for tuna lovers who need to be reminded that simple preparation often makes the most sense.
Perhaps it was because I dined alone, or perhaps the economy has waged a war on tip percentages, but regardless, my server seemed even more accommodating after he had collected my check (20 percent, in case you were wondering). I found the alacrity both amusing and confusing. I guess I'm not used to such striking hospitality.
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