“The first sushi I ever had was from a grocery store. Wegman’s grocery store, to be exact, in Rochester, New York. One black plastic clamshell to-go box, a little piece of fake grass, a mound of green-dyed horseradish masquerading as wasabi, sliced ginger that tasted like sucking on disinfecting wipes. There were four pieces of tekka maki, the tuna an impossible purple like it was being strangled, and two ebi handrolls. The rice tasted like eating a mouthful of nursery-school paste, the shrimp like biting the blade of a plastic spatula. It was singularly awful sushi.And I loved it like I loved my first blow job.”Read Jason Sheehan’s full review of Nijo, and enjoy these drool-inducing photos by Joshua Huston.Arigato gozaimasu.Published on December 22, 2010

Behind the line.

Despite its alley location, Nijo is a highly trafficked spot.

Art on a plate.

Kaupachi Cappaccio A ChefaE™s Choice dish.

Exotic Baby Octopus and Jelly Fish.

In this case a dark alley is a good thing.