Mr. Sushi, aka Mr. Sushi’s Japanese & Korean Foodshack feat. Sushi, is what I would call anti-baby. I know this because of a) the review in the link below, and b) the dirty looks we got for just talking about babies. What’s the deal, Mr. Sushi? Why’re you hatin’ on babies?

Anyway, the tempura is worth going for, and the bi bim bab I got was extremely adequate. Mr. Sushi also has giant, fish-looking chicken and likes to dole out spinach like there’s no tomorrow, if you’re into that sort of thing. But the sushi, clearly, is what to really go for.

Service is fine. It’s slightly expensive, so you better come hungry. And don’t bring a baby, don’t talk about a baby, don’t even call your girlfriend “baby”. It ain’t gonna fly with Old Man Sushi.

Mommaboston opens a can

Phoenix are French but similar to Air in that they have compelling beat-laced, English-sung, slick pop, but they’re bouncier, less synthetic, and more rabid. Needless to say, this made for a great show at ol’ cramped, sweaty TT’s. Jiving mostly with new material off their forthcomer, It’s Never Been Like That, they captivated the crowded almost immediately, and juiced it up as they went along. It was nearly impossible not to dance, dip, or stomp to this stuff.

There were little to no weak moments, a thoroughly impressive show, even gratefulness expressed for Boston’s support. The first song in the encore was an acoustic ditty, “Playground Love”, co-written with Air, apparently, which was just icing. I hope they come back again this year.