Sticky Rice was one of the first of the new wave of restaurants to sweep H Street NE. It was serving up sushi and tots (yes, tater tots) long before the hippest of hipsters realized that there was life beyond Northwest. I have no idea why it took us years to try Sticky Rice, but I have a feeling it may enter our regular rotation.
Asahi . . . it's really loud in there), we turned our sights to the sushi menu. We kicked off the party with the Starter Combo of nigiri. The selection was fresh and as melt-in-your-mouth as any nigiri we've had in this town. I'm a die-hard hamachi fan but was pleasantly surprised by my first taste of tilapia sushi.
We waddled out of Sticky Rice determined to make a return visit and determined to hit the gym for the next 100 days in a row to burn off all that deliciousness. We may be slacking on the gym part, but we have plans to go back for more Sticky Balls ASAP.
Second Thoughts from B
It is bad enough that it took us so long to go to Sticky Rice in the first place. But when you factor in the fact that I'm friends with the wife of one of the co-owners, it is downright embarrassing. Still, I'll try and give my honest opinion (thankfully I had a great time).
Sticky Rice confused me. Was it a bar or a restaurant? A sushi joint or an American comfort food diner? I can understand if people don't feel comfortable with this odd mish-mash of ideas, but in a strange way, I liked it.
I like being surprised and trying something new. I certainly like sushi and tater tots, though I've never enjoyed them together. And I like going to a place that is unique.
Some people go to a buffet and carefully design their meals by grouping familiar items. Steak goes with potatoes. Soup or salad, never both. Me? I'll pile that plate high with waffles covered in strawberries right next to the fish filet and chow mein. If you're like me, good food is good food no matter how it is packaged or combined. That's Sticky Rice. A little strange, but a lot of good stuff.