Koyama

I once dated a girl who lived near Koyama. Her dad drove a Volvo, spoke softly and wore pyjamas. I reckon he’d like this place. Why? It plays safe – in this case, a rather comforting virtue. All of the food we tried was resolutely enjoyable. Sushi was good quality, the tempura was light in texture and the teriyaki salmon sweet and with a good bit of gingery heat. But is it likely to draw the hordes from beyond Finchley? I doubt it. But then, I don’t think this place has designs on being anything other than a reliable neighbourhood restaurant. Its sweet, knowledgeable staff will definitely help with that. So, sure, Koyama is hardly likely to set the culinary world alight, but I’d be quite happy to have it at the end of my road. And pyjamas do keep the heating bills down.