Oh My
Dear Sushi
My legs ache and feet
are sore. I've just walked miles for sushi.
If you had asked me
a couple of years ago what my comfort foods are, I would have told you
that I don't have any. Not chocolate, not lasagne, not mashed potatoes.
Not ice cream or pie. But I do now, have for months. Watermelon. Or sushi.
Not together, though.
I have been very depressed
lately. It broke for a little while as I laughed my ass off at Alex's site,
but it came down again this evening, and I couldn't stand it. I packed
my backpack and went on a sushi quest.
A stringy haired alterna-dude
at the Wawa store (which, by the way, did NOT have any watermelon, dammit)
seemed a likely candidate to ask, and it was so. He told me that there
was a place up on 130, if you hang a left. It's on the right side. I trudged
and strode and stirred the million words in my head about what depresses
me and what makes me anxious and what I need. Finally, finally, with a
squeal of surprise (I didn't actually expect to find one) there it was.
Fuji Japanese Reataurant, in Cinnaminson.
I was greeted with a
smile at the door, and then hardly ever saw a waitperson again after that.
My seat at the sushi bar was fun, though, directly in front of a sushi
chef with glasses who was quite friendly and sympathetic. I told him that
sushi is my comfort food. I told him about the friend who got a sushi chef
to teach him how to make it, in exchange for creating a website. I accepted
his offer to try something that nearly made me rolf on the first bite,
but by the last I'd grown accustomed to and sort of liked. He had a kind
face, but mostly, that aforementioned sympathy got exercised, as it was
quite obvious that I'd been either forgotten or discarded by the kimono-clad
women. He came around out of the kitchen to pour my water himself, and
to deliver my ice cream and tea.
I blew an unconscionable
sum on the sushi, but he made me smile. I left an enormous tip, and wrote
on the bill that it was for him. God forbid one of those horrid chicks
would get it.
Oh yeah, I'd fall for
a sushi chef. Didn't have the courage to ask him out though. Never dated,
dunno how.
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