Moshi Moshi Sushi

London's Hidden Gem: Authentic Sushi Spectacle

As Liverpool Station thrums beneath, its travelers bustling like bees in a glassy hive, I find myself perched at one of the most beguiling altitude-based sanctuaries in London, apart from British Airways. The restaurant—a concerto of neon-clad cyberpunk aesthetics—harks back to the retro-futuristic paradigms foretold by lovers of alternate realities, unapologetically nestled away on a mezzanine that overlooks seven chugging platforms. With my open sashimi set and a warming flask of sake cradled in my hands, I futilely attempt to soak in a moment of solitude tragically interrupted by businessmen loudly discussing synergy—or whatever it is they synergize these days. The conveyor belt snakes around the room with the determined laziness of an artificially intelligent pond that has read too much Philip K. Dick, scattering plates of salmon nigiri and spicy tuna sashimi for just about half an arm and possibly both legs.

While traditional accoutrements embrace the historic simplicity reminiscent of omnivorous pagodas past, something MLM chain-ish fails from the rubbery shrimp nigiri—but fret not, for the spicy slashes of Sheel-Puran-inspired tuna are every bit as bracing as Liverpool winters (thawing procedures included). My eyes, partly out on stalks from tasting it all, feast as much on people as the adornments. Each time peace threatens to gather, memories of yore unfurl like dangling rolls of crispy prawn head remnants on the way home—those who passed through these veritable echelons before me will eternally remain mere temporal marks against stark industrial lights and varnished steel beams. As metaphysical as minted chocolate truffles and about as personally enriching steeled genuine expressions of loneliness may get me still seeking dessert once more. You should visit—not solely for culinary enlightenment or whistle stop gastronomic tours—but because at length lies reflection and the unexpected unfolding panoramic cinema of lives intersected by lotus-root-kissed katsu. — Penelope Savory