I had to go in for three interviews just to become a server.
We try to be a little more like (Nobu) New York, but all the customers come in dressed down and with their children.
If children don’t behave, of course we don’t like them. Bring them home, bring them to McDonalds.
If a sushi restaurant is busy, even if it’s small, you’re safe.
Whenever someone calls to cancel, we’re so happy. Even five minutes before; it means we can get someone else in.
I try to do right by local people all year.
I don’t watch TV, I don’t read magazines and I haven’t gone to the movies in seven years.
I don’t know anybody when they come for the first time. My hostess knows some famous faces. She tries to kick me and pinch me as I’m saying, ‘I’m sorry, we have nothing. Do you want to wait for the sushi bar?’
Spotters call the paparazzi if they see anybody. They’re all over, taking up all the parking spaces. I hate them.
At this restaurant, I never get bored. Yet. You never know.
3835 Cross Creek Rd., Malibu; 310-317-9140.
Open Sun.-Thurs. 5:45-10 p.m.; Fri. and Sat. 5:45-11 p.m.