I don’t know about you, but I can’t count the times I’ve been working through a Kewpie-drenched spider roll when I’m interrupted by a hankering for fine French charcuterie—because it’s never happened before. And yet there I was at Ravenswood’s newish Nami Sushi Bar, standing at the edge of the abyss wondering if the sky would implode if I augmented my negi hama and salmon skin maki with an order of duck rillette with dijon, frisee, dried cherries, cornichons, and. . . yuzu gelee and shrimp chips.
