Sushi Deli

The bald guy is me.
I finally cut my hair and did it whole headed. Cindy had been complaining about by how my keratin was sprouding every which-way. She found me balling my eyes-out on the kitchen floor buried in a mole hill of waves.
As a distraction we headed downtown. Sushi.. real sushi this time. No tiki, no ying-yang shaped soy sauce bowls, and no freaking Easter island statue (if you don't know what I am talking about you missed an episode) just sashimi, calamari, and a smorgasbord of sushi rolls.

Fish is bliss (and the plum wine wasn't bad either).