Ikura. Chapter 638.

In Japanese, a language which few Orleanians speak, the word “ikura” refers to salmon roe, those plump orange eggs that pop in your mouth when you bite them on sushi. In New Orleans, Ikura is an odd hybrid sushi/hibachi restaurant in Mid-City. The portions are generous.

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