The whole family loves sushi! Raw fish. Seaweed. Rice. Crisp veggies! Udon soup. What’s not to love? The local sushi place is nearby and quite good. I tell Hubby it’s our job as Americans to promote small businesses, so we eat there once a week.
When the kiddos deign to join us, we request a table, but when it’s just me and Hubby, nothing beats a seat at the sushi bar.
A few sushi bar musings:
- The sushi chef becomes your new best friend! And he really likes you if you order him a quail egg shooter.
- I wonder what the sushi chef’s real name is–cuz it ain’t Bruce!
- We’re more likely to try a new roll if the person next to us is eating it.
- Any item with the word volcano in it has to be good.
- Two types of people hang out at the sushi bar. 1. Those who talk and laugh with the strangers sitting next to them. 2. Those who give dirty looks. ( get a table, grouchy people )
Case in point: I asked the woman with a plate of green slimy stuff, “Which seaweed salad is that? It looks delicious!” She looked up, did one of those side- way eye rolls, and resumed eating. A total blow-off or “dis” as my students say.
- The slice of the sushi roll is always too big for one (normal) sized mouth.
- What are the sushi chefs really yelling about?
- Just how big of a rice bin is under the counter? I have yet to see it refilled.
- We’ll eat anything if it’s rolled in rice and resembles a work of art!
- Hubby orders an embarrassing amount of food.
- I eat less because it’s difficult to shovel food in your mouth with chopsticks. (Hubby asks for a fork–the horror!)
- There’s something very dainty and refined about picking up a single grain of rice with chopsticks.
- It’s great fun to take a sushi virgin and watch them eat the “avocodo” (aka: wasabi).
- All chopsticks can NOT be broken apart.
- They never give you enough edamame
- Edamame doubles as pea shooters.
- I’m a ginger junkie.
Do you have any sushi musings or stories to share?