Think like a little piece of Japan, just set up shop in London.
Nothing else in the city even compares to Sushi Tetsu.
Instant transportation. Hitting those air miles without setting foot on a plane.
There’s something pretty sensual about being made the perfect pieces of sushi.
There’s are fine art to enjoying sushi to it’s fullest.
From being shown exactly how to put it in your mouth. Exactly how to hold it in your finger tips. To exactly how it should be eaten, ;]
You know when fish starts to assume the texture of butter, serious skill has been used in the sourcing and preparation. So much skill that the end result is silken, melting, dream-like pieces of orgasmic sushi just lying there waiting to be taken.
Every piece of sushi was perfect. To keep up such consistency is just mind blowing.
I almost lost myself just staring at knife skills of Chef Toru. Mesmerising.
Now, I could write an essay about each piece; but I probably couldn’t give it any justice.
You just had to simply be there.
This is THE best sushi that I’ve ever had. There is a reason why this place is so in demand.
My experience with Sushi Tetsu was surreal. Words simply cannot describe it.
Book yourself in Sushi Tetsu, and you’ll never look at sushi the same way again.
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