24 Sep 00

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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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