Katsuya at The Americana on Brand

Katsuya
702 Americana Way
Glendale, CA 91210
818-244-5900

http://www.sbeent.com/katsuya/

Sunday evenings we love to be alone and go for a drive or a walk somewhere not too far from the house. The Americana at Brand has become one of D's favorite destinations. He loves to park the car, walk the grounds, people watch and pop into a few favorite shops. The opening of a Katsuya at The Americana did not hurt.



The Katsuya website will not allow me to copy and past any pertinent info, so go look yourself if you want. I am too lazy to type it all out. Suffice to say there are three, one in Brentwood, one in Hollywood and now one in inauspicious Glendale. Interior designed by Phillipe Starck of Mondrian fame, and so on.



On Sunday nights we enjoy sitting at the bar, watching the bartenders work. The guys behind the bar last night were menschs. Really, really nice guys. Yeah, they were working for a paycheck and tips and what have you, but they were really friendly and we had some nice conversations about our favorite sushi places in town, all located in Little Tokyo.



The sushi bar runs parallel to the alcohol bar, but the chefs back there are incredibly busy and not as loquacious.



I love these cubes which house virtual sushi knives.



Really, there is nothing in there. It's just a plexiglass light box with the shape of a ginzu knife (or whatever brand, surely not from an infomercial).



The attention to detail is pleasing. Simple yet appealing.



I always like to nibble on shishito peppers. Fried and not too too spicy.



Eda mame, always, of course.



I was a little less than thrilled by these sunomono salads. I loved the dressing, very light and almost brothy. But the cucumber to me seemed a little wilted. And I was in deep suspicion of the intentions of the dark red ginger. Why is it red and not pinky-peach? Why? It seems wrong.



I love octopus, however, and was pleased at the size of the dish and the quantity & freshness of the octopus.


This ahi sashimi & arugula salad made up for the sunumono. The tuna melted in my mouth. It was crazy fresh. So delicious. Dressed lightly in olive oil and soy sauce, this was very pleasing.



Just gorgeous. Pleasing to the eye and the palate.



And they carry Sayuri unfiltered sake, my favorite. It is not the most expensive, it is not considered refined or luxurious. But it is wonderful and carried in many places, from Haru Ulala to Katsuya.

Further Adventures in Little Tokyo: Izakaya Haru Ulala

This wee izakaya stands at the corner of 2nd and Central, across the street from Honda Plaza. All good things live at this intersection, in my opinion. Sushi Gen, Bar C, American Apparel, Ka Gai Ya and even a Subway franchise. One block to the west stands a Pink Berry and the lovely little clothing and trend store Pop Killer. I noticed last night that another such store has opened. I am going to have to explore that one next time we are in the hood.



Haru Ulala aren't fancy. The menu is written in crayon with delightful little drawings and, by the end of the evening, lots of greasy happy fingerprints.



The specials tend to run out of by the end of the night, but there are so many great small dishes on the menu that there is more than enough to keep a smile on everyone's face. And there is always more than enough food at the table. How do we consistently manage to over order? Our over ordering sent J home in a food coma, and he stopped eating after only the second course. NOOB!



They offer small bottles of Sayuri unfiltered sake. My holy grail sake.



With the first round of food came sushi and some vegetables. The sushi is pretty standard stuff. I didn't actually eat any of the maki last night. I was waiting for the small plates of meats and whatnot. But the boys dug in like malnourished vultures.







Rounds of fried shishito peppers with fish flakes arrived. These are small and spicy.



We noshed on roasted eggplant in a miso glaze. I really love the blackened bits around the edges.



Out strolls the short rib with daikon in broth. My fave izikaya dish. I love the way Haru Ulala makes this, specifically the way they slice the daikon so everyone can have a hearty broth soaked slice instead of ripping one large chunk to shreds.



The following mystery dish is not on the menu. I am not sure what all is in there, but I can give you a few ingredients. There is egg, there are shrimps. Some onion. And some other things too, all drizzled with a slightly bitter glaze resembling teriyaki sauce. The top is then liberally sprinkled with fish flakes so light they sway in the convection currents caused by the heat around the dish. This swaying of fish flakes deeply disturbed J. He left soon afterward. Done in by fish flakes. They sadly waved goodbye.



I can never, ever resist soft shell crab. We shared a couple plates. These were huge specimens. Honestly, they were battered a little too heavily and fried a little too long. By this time I might have been a little tipsy. I ate some anyway.



The aftermath.



We ended up at Haru Ulala as an alternative to the mind numbing dance music at Home. Mind, there was definitely some Japanese club-esque electonica happening in the background. However, it was a) background and b) Japanese and added to the experience rather than preventing it.