Kamon - City Of Industry

First you have to sit at the bar and you need to order “omakase” a.k.a “Köche Wahl”. As self-absorbed Southern California, we naturally think that we know exactly how we want to control our gustatory ships, and which of the cutely named fusion roles “caterpillar”, “Dragon”, “Tootsie” we want, but trust me by trusting the sushi man and asking for “omakase”. The friendly, smiling men behind the counter know what is most fresh, and if you even show the least enthusiasm for their works, they will react with redoubled efforts. The sushi is more inventive than the simple yet incredible food in a more conservative place like Nozawa in Studio City, and the staff is much more friendly. At my favorite meal at Kamon, the sushi man pulled out the stops and started serving plates with two different sushi pieces, so I could have the maximized experience of his creativity without filling in any particular fishcut. The highlight was the “Honeymoon Sushi”, a slice of a fish liver that was stabbed with a tiny, raw quail egg; it made you like a mini-rocky balboa. The choices are somewhat economical, but in all other areas the restaurant deserves, recently renovated, noticeably. Kamon is, however, unfortunately and happily overlooked – who expects to find divine sushi in a place called the industrial city?