Chizuko Kimura, the sushi of love and death – Liberation

How far can you sacrifice your own life and your desires for love? How much is it possible to forget yourself to make someone else shine? Can we be happy by endorsing the fate and desires of a deceased, who has become both burden and shell? All these questions, we ask them a spring night, strolling through the empty streets of Montmartre. One in the morning is approaching. It’s raining. We just spent an hour head-on with Chizuko Kimura, after having tasted his kitchen. We prolong the moment while dragging your feet, for fear of going too fast at home. The discussion was strange, held in an English of lost travelers, mixed with French expressions, punctuated by Japanese words. You know these counter of the end of the counter at indictment hours, when you know that you will never see the person again and where you say deep things while drinking on evidence.

Chizuko Kimura is 55 years old. She is the only woman at the head of a star sushi restaurant in the world, a reward obtained last March. Its restaurant, in a paved and silent alley of the 18th arrondissement, a stone’s throw from the bubbling Pigalle, is a small cocoon all in wood, with a large counter where eight people have every service. This ark of Noah with large bay windows, of crazy elegance, is called Sushi Shunei, of the first name of her husband. Five years ago, Chizuko Kimura had never prepared a Nigiri in her life and she didn’t iron him