My problem with sushi – Eat Drink and Be Snarky

I love sushi. I love the rice, I love the fish, I love the wasabi. I love the big beautiful plates they serve it on. I love the pickled ginger. I love chopsticks, miso soup, and seaweed salad. I. Love. Sushi. Look at those beautiful slices of salmon up there… Oddly enough, salmon is easily my favorite sushi, but I can’t stand the fish when it’s cooked.

Back to the matter at hand, however: I’m in a bit of a pickle. I have nowhere close by my house that provides good sushi. It’s easy to get mediocre and even bad sushi, but the raw fish is way too expensive to indulge in if it’s not really worth eating in the first place. There is a Japanese teppanyaki place close by, and they do have a sushi bar, but it’s pretty terrible. I went once and haven’t been back since.

Oddly enough there is a large family style Italian restaurant a few miles away from my house that recently installed a sushi bar. I’ve been once or twice and the sushi is actually pretty good, but there is just something so creepy and wrong about eating sushi next to a table of people scarfing big bowls of pasta and meatballs. Plus, it seems like half the time I show up with a hankering for some raw fish, the sushi bar is closed.

These days when I have the urge in indulge my habit, I have to find someone to travel with me, or I go to the local Whole Foods Market, which actually has very good sushi for a super market. Oh, how I love you Whole Foods.

I consider this conundrum to be a bit of a mixed blessing though. You see, I have the incredible ability to consume massive quantities of sushi at one time. You may not believe me, but more than once I have made my waiter or waitress giggle in wonderment at the huge sushi boat full of fish and rice and then proceeded to eat every last bite. Needless to say, this appetite can be pretty hard on my wallet. I’m afraid that if I had really good sushi in close proximity, I would go broke. It would be such a delicious way to blow my money, though. Alas, it is not to be.