The movie is beautifully shot, with close ups of Jiro and his sons molding the warm grains of rice, slicing the ruby flesh of fresh toro, and plating morsels of sushi glistening with just a brushstroke of soy sauce. A further depiction of Jiro's life and success is rounded out by interviews with a former apprentice, fish market and rice purveyors (who work exclusively with Jiro in several cases), and a Japanese food critic.
I was struck by what the food critic had to say, that in all the years of dining at Jiro's restaurant, he had never had a bad meal or an unsatisfying piece of sushi. He also used those dining experiences to describe the sense of umami, that often elusive fifth or sixth food sense that is achieved with the perfect balance of a pleasant savory sensation. For him, it is something that makes him say, "ahhhh", which Jiro's sushi often did.
And it's been a long time since I've had a revelatory food moment (click here for the last one), something that brings you beyond the ahhhh, and delivers you to an AHHHHH (think golden lighting, angels singing, both hands outstretched in front of you, rising up towards the sky).
That is my idea of umami, and I achieved it at EN Japanese Brasserie. A girlfriend who loved the movie warned that I would have severe cravings for sushi afterwards, and urged me to have a dinner lined up. Since I was in the West Village (the movie is playing at IFC Center), there were many options, but I was drawn to book a reservation at EN Japanese Brasserie. It seemed a more fitting venue given that I was being treated to a belated birthday dinner by my good friend Mary Ellen, another passionate movie goer and adamant foodie.
But, it was not the toro sashimi or the spicy tuna roll that delivered my umami moment, but the freshly-made (four times nightly) scooped tofu. Yes, tofu.
Maybe it was partly because the sensation of warm, freshly scooped tofu was so unexpected that I experienced such a strong reaction. Perhaps it was the silky mouthfeel that resembles nothing of the gelatinous chilled blocks you buy at the grocery store. Or maybe even further still it was the wari-joyu, a delicate balance of soy sauce and fish broth, poured on top of your individual serving, that delivered the one-two umami punch.
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| Serving vessel for warm, freshly-made tofu - scoop generously into porcelain bowl and add wari-joyu sauce |
It was probably a combination of all of those things; in that singular moment, your tastebuds kick into high alert, the pleasure center in your brain awakens, and you are truly experiencing something so pleasurable, that you can hardly explain it. Except maybe to call it umami.
Glass of rosé pairing: this isn't really a pairing since I mentioned it in the post, but please see Jiro Dreams of Sushi - to inspire your own dedication to your dreams and to attain visual umami
Click here for the trailer....










