I’ve been meaning to write about Sushi Express for about a month now. Anywhere that gives you instant access to as much sushi as you can eat at the rate of a dollar per plate is incredible right? It really is a magical place where you sit in front of a conveyor belt loaded with a rainbow of raw deliciousness, where plates of sushi come marching your way, two by two, hoorah hoorah; A veritable endless parade of fish, rice and seaweed.
However, now a month has gone by and in that month my immediate infatuation with Sushi Express has dwindled into just a fond memory of what could have been. After such a perfect first date, I should have known not to have such high expectations for our second encounter. After all, it was a rushed, impromptu meeting, just a quick bite before heading to work, not like our first leisurely dinner date where the green tea was sipped and my stack of 6 plates took an hour to form. Date two was just business, and four plates of mediocre sushi (and one plate of questionable sushi) later, my infatuation with Sushi Express was over. Maybe it was because it was 3:00 in the afternoon, too late to have fresh sushi from lunch and too early for the dinner rush. Maybe it was my placement at the end of the sushi circle where I was left to dig through the plates examined and rejected by all the other sushi-goers. Or perhaps, like all second dates, the rose colored glasses had been lifted and I realized, much as I had realized when grabbing the one perfect looking plate of sashimi that actually was the plastic sashimi display, anything too good to be true, usually is. You really should see the plastic food displays in this country though, they are seriously exquisite! It really wasn’t until I was trying my hardest to pry the clear plastic cover off the sashimi and was holding it sideways, that I realized, “Wow, this sashimi defies gravity, oh wait, it’s so shiny, oh I see, its not real, damnit.” I then had to coyly slide the fake plate back onto the conveyor belt, squishing it between the questionable looking sashimi, hoping no one saw the stupid foreign girl who tried to eat the plastic display.
In any event, I’ve decided not to see Sushi Express again. As my mom always said there are more fish in the sea, fresh, raw, delicious fish that won’t leave me wondering if I should find a toilet soon. Hopefully I’ll have more successful sushi tales soon, a true sushi love story. Here I come prince Nobu.
Jess and Stephanie's sea slug sushi selection (say that 5 times fast!)
the damage
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