Osho Mediocre

As I mentioned not long ago, my dear Giggles is currently observing Ramadan. Not easy! And I have been missing her a lot at lunch. Earlier this week, her doctor ordered her to eat something during the day for a medical test, so we had a lovely Exception Lunch with Bax, Glam, Prim, and our new friend Tennessee.

The San Gabriel Valley is devoid of good sushi. I am certain of this, as (1) I have never encountered any decent sushi in the SGV during my seven years in Los Angeles; (2) the SGV is populated with Chinese, Taiwanese, and Vietnamese people, not Japanese people; and (3) the restaurant we tried was recommended to us as one of the best sushi places in the area.

If this is the best, it only confirms that one should avoid sushi in the SGV.

But we already knew that. We wanted sushi, damn it. Beggars can't be choosers.

Osho Sushi (112 N. Chandler Ave., Monterey Park) is right across the street from Mandarin Noodle House, one of my fave places to get potstickers and Taiwanese beef noodle soup with handmade noodles. It's not that Osho is bad. It just isn't that good, and there are so many other yummy things in the area.

To Osho's credit, the premises are clean and uncluttered.


Here's Glam's beef teriyaki lunch box ($8.95).

My sashimi lunch box ($12.50) was pretty and fine.

Osho is a passable sushi option in this vicinity. I do think it is indeed better than other sushi I've had in the area, but, as I've already noted, that isn't saying much. I had a nice time, though. I was happy to have lunched with Giggles on her special Ramadan Exception Day. That's really all that matters.

When back at the CIA, I grabbed a quick shot of darling Prim in her slim headband, Versace jumper, red Dooney & Bourke bag, and adorable gray suede flats.

I made Prim show me the authentic Versace lining because I'm annoying like that. Thankfully, Prim is lovely and obliging.

For a bit of privacy, I blocked out most of her face, but can you see why I call her Prim? I must take some more pictures of her other outfits, so you can see some impeccable coordination -- this particular outfit doesn't really do her moniker justice. I especially like when she wears yellow or green.

But Glam said I should take a pic of this outfit because I failed to photograph Glam's own homage to Blair Waldorf earlier this week. She thought Prim's get-up had a hint of Blair, and I agree. Blair would probably wear a bolder headband, colored tights, a snazzy belt, and/or a bright scarf to accessorize, but we work at the CIA. Not bad for an agent! Heh.