The prospect of running an annoying bureaucratic errand to the L.A. County Registrar-Recorder in Van Nuys, going to the bank, eating at a sushi bar with the baby, and fitting into my pre-pregnancy Lucky jeans all in the same day would've seemed nearly impossible merely a few weeks ago.
Yet on the day of his fifth month birthday, all these things were magically doable. Just as babies grow by leaps and bounds, parents get satisfaction from our own minor personal milestones, too. I felt good.
The dumb stuff was done. Time for lunch. The wait at the Studio City Sushi Katsu-Ya was hardly quick during the lunch rush. But by the time we were in the perfect seat at the end of the sushi bar, I had a sleeping baby in the sling and a big appetite at the ready. And a lot of excitement -- I never thought I'd eat at an actual sushi bar with a child, ever.
The yellowtail sushi was so soft that it hardly needed to be chewed. And that crispy rice with spicy tuna specialty is popular for a good reason. But I had to pick out shells out of the blue crab handroll, happy that I didn't crack a tooth before I caught the bits.
As great as Katsu-ya is, lunch wasn't paced very well considering I ate at the bar instead of a table, and I felt bad interrupting to make requests or ask questions because the staff is so intensely focused on what they're doing. On second thought, it was lunch -- they assume people want to get in and out fast.
I plan to bring this new extra confidence to our treasured little Sushi Ike down the street. (We've been a few times, but always sat at a table.) Now I'll have to go for lunch during nap time, and enjoy the more personable , leisurely service at the bar.