Update: The rumours of this place closing down continue, but the old chef is still cooking in 2018 and shows no signs of slowing down. He hasn’t seemed particularly rushed either since I first visited in 2014. I still get the odd hardened grain from that potty old rice cooker.
In a nutshell: for otoro- twice the price of Michi, and perhaps twice as good. Where do I go to eat? Michi. Where do you go to eat if you want to spend 9.50€ for one piece of o-toro? Kilala.
I’ve now been twice to Kilala, and the result was the same: amazing sushi and shocking price. Even the portions are smaller. It’s almost an outrage. But Michi is around the corner, and accepts luncheon vouchers, so… yeah.
The place is tiny, the old chef, nice though gruff, pottering around with his ancient rice cooker and stuff, going outside for a cigarette before starting the shift. It’s quaint, I suppose. I really have nothing more to say about it. If you have lots of money, you go to Kilala. If you don’t, you go to Michi.