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Sushi Heaven

Okamoto took us out for sushi last night. His wife had flown to Tokyo to visit their son and he didn’t feel like cooking or eating left-overs. He took us to a place with booths covered in bright orange vinyl left over from the seventies and a conveyor belt full of food that wound its way around the restaurant. The sushi was only 105 yen per plate (about a buck). I ate everything that Okamoto yanked off the line and set before me. I’ve always loved sushi, but I’ve also grown accustomed to western sushi – heavy on the avocado and light on the raw fish. I would have never ordered the seaweed pouch full of giant fish eggs, or the drop of rice smothered by an entire side of scale fish back home. Everything was delicious. I particularly liked the giant fish eggs, though I think I still prefer pork to smelt.

posted by Scribbler @ Saturday, August 28, 2004