Munchin’ and Musin’ at Mochi’s
My grand-dog is named Mochi. So it wasn’t hard for me to remember the name Café Mochi when it was recommended to me by a friend. The lunch stop fit in perfectly with my goal to work my way down South Grand this year—or should I say “eat” my way. It’s become a culinary adventure.
This week when Cyndy and I drove up in front of the Vietnamese/Japanese restaurant, it appeared to be closed. The dark window glass made it difficult to see any movement inside. Sensing that our lunch plans had gone awry, we pulled out of the parking place.
“Hold on!” I said excitedly. “Look, there’s a small sticker on the edge of the window that says Open.” We pulled back into the prized parking spot and headed for the door.
Eating Street Side
At Café Mochi, you can sit inside and watch the open kitchen with the sushi chefs wielding knives and chopping fish parts. But it was above 80 degrees outdoors, so we opted for a spot on the long, spacious patio that lines the front of the restaurant. Sitting street side comes with a bonus. You get to watch the flamboyant parade of passers along the street. It’s like having a front row seat at a funky fashion show in New York City.
Frankly, I felt underdressed in my frumpy gray top. The woman at the next table had on a gorgeous dandelion yellow dress smartly set off with earrings the size of a Frisbee. It was a charming salute to spring and I was jealous. I couldn’t have pulled off that look even when I was in my 20s. But I digress.