by Joey Stewart
It’s like Ford vs. Chevy and Coke vs. Pepsi. Try to tell someone why your favorite sushi bar is better than theirs, and you are bound to enter into an argument just this side of Roe vs. Wade.
I began eating sushi 20 years ago when a friend took me to Royal Tokyo on upper Greenville. Legendary sushi chef Hiko-san turned me into an addict almost immediately. When it burned down and was forced to seek out a new favorite, I became a regular at a couple of Dallas’ darlings. Since then, I’ve resisted trying other sushi bars. Why get your drug of choice elsewhere when you are already getting the best? Continue reading