S. and I both looked at each other and said “mmmmmmm….” The “smooth type” Sake at Tomoe was simply, in a word, amazing. You know, to this day, I still don’t know the brand name of the Sake we had that night, but it was utterly, totally and perfectly delicious. A perfect compliment to the perfect sushi. S. made a big impression on me on that 5th date. I hadn’t seen the value of waiting on line for an hour for sushi until I had the best sushi of my life. I saw the allure of the foodie lifestyle… then I realized the downside. Once you taste the very best, everything else becomes second runner up . It’s funny, I had that amazing Mystery Sake that night… It was a standout, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. S. and I were focused on the Sushi. The Sake was the elegant, unobtrusive, velvety support of the main course. Now I see, of course, that this is the very reason it was perfection. after that dinner i was in a kind of stupor/high/coma situation – reeling from the joys of the meal. But over the next couple of months when we recalled that dinner, we always said -“… and that sake was so yummy… who knew it could taste that good?” Little did I know that carafe was my first step down the path to sake infatuation.