Oftentimes, it’s hard to tell if Jiro Sushi, 1101 NW 23rd St. is really open. When I went last week, there were a few homeless people wandering the parking lot, an abandoned car that had been completely smashed out, and a guy scraping stuff off the windows. That, along with the missing "S" in its sign, made me think they had packed up and moved on, but I tried the door anyway, which remarkably opened.
Walking inside, it’s another world, with its slim frame and metallic body; a server quickly guides you to your seat, through the slick eatery that has smooth polished walls like an 80s teen nightclub. My gal-pal Jodie thought that maybe this was part of a franchise from the sushi-based documentary Jiro Dreams of Sushi, and she might be right, but I really haven’t researched it for the actual truth.