“You can’t write about this place,” says my husband. “It has the worst name for a sushi joint.”
Obviously, I don’t agree.
It’s called John’s Sushi Bistro. Five months ago it opened on 132 Front Street East, kitty corner to the Lorraine Kimsa Theatre for Young People.
John Moon is a sushi master, standing prim and proper as he awaits orders. He wears a v-necked, sushi-making kimono over his shirt and tie. A name tag is pinned to his chest. But it’s his hat that sets the tone. He could double for an air cadet. Continue reading “Sushi on Front”


