A few posts ago I wrote about the great dinner I had at Fin in Culver City. But at the end of it, I left you with a cliffhanger about a speakeasy that lay tucked away behind the restaurant. That speakeasy is The Alley. The Alley is named after its convenient location and even though
I have so much respect for sushi, but that wasn’t always the case. For the longest time I turned my nose up to it because I generalized all sushi to look and taste like rotten fish. It was overpriced, disgusting, and probably still moving. There was nothing anyone could do to make me think otherwise.