Lunch with the family
2026-Apr-08, Wednesday 10:38Laila and
sashagee came downtown yesterday to go to a doctor's checkup, because Laila picked at her stitches one day due to being so frustrated with the restrictions that she's still under. But because they were downtown, we decided to go out to eat as a family. Also because it's Passover, we had to find a place that wasn't going to have tons of wheat in everything, so Wildberry Cafe--
sashagee's standard choice, since it's right near the hospital--was right out. So I looked online, found a Japanese restaurant I had never heard of before called Cocoro (not 心, "heart" like I originally thought, but instead 香々呂, which I'm not sure exactly what it means but 香 means "fragrance"). I also found this blog post (in Japanese) talking about how good it was. So I thought, sure, we'll go there.
When we walked in I overheard the waitress speaking Japanese, which was a good sign. And then when we all got our miso soup and Laila accidentally spilled hers with how excited she was, the waitress didn't clean it up or even bring us any napkins, which was extremely weird. I have no idea what was going through her head.
It didn't get on anyone but it was all over the table, but the trays with our meal just got put on top of it. It was really odd.
When my meal--saba shioyaki, salted mackerel--came too, I was also a bit skeptical:

Looks pretty basic, right? I paid $24 for this? And that was my main through until I took a bite of the fish and all doubt melted away. The fish had a crispy skin wrapped around a deliciously-juicy interior, with enough salt to complement the flavor without totally overpowering it. It was the best saba shioyaki I've ever had, so good that I forgive the kind of scanty offerings for the 三菜 and I'll definitely go again. It's only a ten minute walk from my work so it's not hard to get to either.
sashagee and Laila both liked their food, so I bet we'll be back.
Need to try the bentō like
sashagee got. It looked fantastic.
When we walked in I overheard the waitress speaking Japanese, which was a good sign. And then when we all got our miso soup and Laila accidentally spilled hers with how excited she was, the waitress didn't clean it up or even bring us any napkins, which was extremely weird. I have no idea what was going through her head.
It didn't get on anyone but it was all over the table, but the trays with our meal just got put on top of it. It was really odd. When my meal--saba shioyaki, salted mackerel--came too, I was also a bit skeptical:

Looks pretty basic, right? I paid $24 for this? And that was my main through until I took a bite of the fish and all doubt melted away. The fish had a crispy skin wrapped around a deliciously-juicy interior, with enough salt to complement the flavor without totally overpowering it. It was the best saba shioyaki I've ever had, so good that I forgive the kind of scanty offerings for the 三菜 and I'll definitely go again. It's only a ten minute walk from my work so it's not hard to get to either.
Need to try the bentō like
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Date: 2026-Apr-08, Wednesday 20:28 (UTC)