I love everything about sushi and sashimi*. The bite size pieces (bite size presumably if you have a mouth like Julia Roberts.) The care needed to create each bite. The colour and order and general asethetics. The almost vom-worthy idea of eating raw fish but you eat it anyway.
I've never been to Japan and I'm fairly certain they don't serve all their food on little trains. But how good is that! You walk in, you start eating immediately. Or, if you're Cappers, you walk in, you watch the little dishes going around and around and around and around and eventually the authentic Japanese crumbed calamari makes its way around so you knock over 2 soy sauce bowls, 48 wasabi packets and three plates of inari to get to it, you start eating immediately. Your mother grabs the plate off the train before you start circling the restaurant.
I'd eat sushi/sashimi for lunch everyday if it wasn't so darn expensive. And strangely unfilling. You eat and eat and eat and suddenly the $3.50 per plate doesn't seem such a bargain afterall. That'll be $78, m'am, says the cute-in-the-way-that-all-Japanese-girls/women-are-cute waitress. 78 what, dollars or yen? you reply in witty disbelief. Cute waitress rolls her eyes, looks pointedly at your gigantic figure. You hand over the cash. Darn you, sushi / sashimi. Darn you for making me love you and exposing just why Australian women often get old and fat.
* Covering myself here. No idea which is which. Think sushi is the rice one and sashimi is the fish-only one. Too lazy to google it.
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I added this post to Life in a Pink Fibro's Weekend Rewind on 4.12.10
