Strangerazzi: Sushi/Sashimi Combo
MK
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A few weeks ago, I went out with a friend to Ann Arbor to grab a nice sushi dinner. It’s not often that I go out to have sushi, so this is always a fun experience for me. As many times as I’ve been here, I never had the pleasure of actually sitting at the bar, so that is exactly what we did. We had a lot of fun, despite me having a rather unfortunate incident with a grain of wasabi-coated rice. I won’t go into all the gory details. Just be happy in the knowledge that I am glad that I was in the company of someone trained in first aid and CPR, and that I am actually able to have a cool head even with my sinuses on fire.
So we were sitting at the sushi bar awaiting the arrival of our order, when in walks this gentleman and his lady friend. He seems awfully stiff and uncomfortable. Not as if he were really in any physical pain, but as if he’s about to dart back out the door any minute. Having suffered many an anxiety attack in a public forum, I know the looks and mannerisms well. He WANTS to be here, but he also wants to die or fade away. I found it odd that he wanted to sit at the bar. Personally, if I were in mid-anxiety attack, I would have at least asked for a table in a quiet corner. Perhaps he also has the same stubbornness about him that I have. I’ll often challenge myself in such a manner. Like him, I’ll always have a trusted companion along to help bail me out if I get in too deep.
He ordered his meal with a bit of shaky confidence. He wanted the sushi/sashimi combo. I had to cringe at this. I’ve had that before. It’s how I learned that octopus is pretty gross. It’s not so much the taste that got to me, it was how is squeaked against my teeth as if I were chewing rubber bands. Semi-fishy-with-a-twist-of-lemon rubber bands. I’ll never blindly order something like that again. Because that meal was pricey, I made it a point to eat everything because I just couldn’t let it go to waste.
I didn’t pay too much attention to his conversation. I was too engrossed with the company of my friend and the meal I had before me:
And, for the most part, he paid me very little attention. At least until that roll on the right tried to kill me.
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