without a doubt, musha in santa monica is my favorite restaurant on earth.
in addition to being delicious, it possesses magical powers. these people all know it, too.
you see, this woman and i …
can … fight.
i mean really fight.
not physically fighting or anything. she could surely kick my ass, so i never started any shit like that. i’m talking about good old crazy couples fighting. we fought at a gillian welch concert. we fought while camping in sequoia national forest. we fought while camping at the kern river. we fought at parties. and weddings. at pizza huts and taco stands. we fought at amusement parks and in yoga studios. we fought at pismo beach. we fought in san francisco, los osos, and illinois. we fought before sex and after sex, and during sex a few times, too. we fought on halloween and on christmas. valentines day? forget it. we fought on thanksgiving and on new years day. we fought all the fucking time. but never once at musha. actually, if we could have spent our entire relationship within the walls of musha, you’d be looking at a family of 18 right now. magical fucking powers …
musha green salad. in baton rouge, they’d cover this baby in bacon and ranch.
oh, dear god … spicy tuna dip. this … {sigh} … this thing is my favorite thing. i like music and girls and dogs and spicy tuna dip. last supper kinda shit. dear god …
shu mi. means something like dumpling scallops. this is the dingus’ favorite.
musha fried chicken. smothered in various radishes, lemon juice …
char han. some kind of fried rice. always comes last, no matter when you order it. one of life’s mysteries. worth the wait.
cold duck ponzu. those are fresh peppercorns, baby.
the remains of the green tea sundae (i had had some sake by this point and forgot about the photo shoot).
wilshire @ fifth if you’re ever in santa monica.
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You’re awesome, Kevin. And you’ve made me hungry.
i was so hungry when i finished writing this and i was reduced to eating cane’s. nothing against cane’s, but it was quite a step down from musha …
I am a huge fan of this place too and was looking for references online to share with some friends visiting from out of town. Your blog entry wins. Very cool.
cool, bernard. i hope the photos help. not being able to eat there regularly kills me. lots of good gumbo and what not down here in baton rouge, but nothing like musha. nothing.