The Treacherous Road To Sushi
We made a deal with ourselves yesterday, if we work hard all day we would reward ourselves with Sushi Deli for dinner -- the biggest bang for the buck in terms of good sushi in town. Bass worked on his neurodynamics class presentation on synaptic plasticity, and I muddled around online trying to design an experiment in response to our take home quiz from our systems neuroscience class. On a scale from one to ‘extremely devoted’, I’d say we were at the level of ‘commited’. I was quite pleased, especially at the prospect of big fat sushi rolls that I’ve been craving. It was nearing dinner-time. The plan was that at 6:30pm Bass would discuss his power point slides with Sam, who he’ll have to present with, and at 8pm we would leave for SUSHI! Yesssss~~
But of course, silly me - there was no way that we were going to leave on time - there was the winning combination of Bass and scientific discussion involved! Which means at least an extra 45min had to be factored in… we didn’t leave the house till 9pm. And by the time we got there, racing to get a parking spot and sprinting to the door, they literally had just flipped over the CLOSED sign. All I could do was stand there and stare through the big glass window at the glistening pieces of sashimi on the little wooden plates - so fresh, so yummy, so close, yet entirely unattainable – while listening to my growling stomach. I couldn’t really get mad at Bass, since he was so ticked off himself (and hungry) that he was getting into one of his moods of pure irrational frustration…
In the depth of hunger and despair, we ended up at the closest place we found that was open - some trendy lounge place that had an Polynesian tropical/volcano island theme, but serving sushi at the same time (only in California). It was awful (yes, yes, it was my decision to go there – but I was blinded by my hunger). We paid $12.50 for five pieces of flimsy dingy sushi, while a gigantic plastic head of the Easter Island statues (with an added touch of a neon green nose ring) stared at our plate... We went home half hungry and wholly annoyed.
That was our treacherous road to crappy sushi.
But of course, silly me - there was no way that we were going to leave on time - there was the winning combination of Bass and scientific discussion involved! Which means at least an extra 45min had to be factored in… we didn’t leave the house till 9pm. And by the time we got there, racing to get a parking spot and sprinting to the door, they literally had just flipped over the CLOSED sign. All I could do was stand there and stare through the big glass window at the glistening pieces of sashimi on the little wooden plates - so fresh, so yummy, so close, yet entirely unattainable – while listening to my growling stomach. I couldn’t really get mad at Bass, since he was so ticked off himself (and hungry) that he was getting into one of his moods of pure irrational frustration…
In the depth of hunger and despair, we ended up at the closest place we found that was open - some trendy lounge place that had an Polynesian tropical/volcano island theme, but serving sushi at the same time (only in California). It was awful (yes, yes, it was my decision to go there – but I was blinded by my hunger). We paid $12.50 for five pieces of flimsy dingy sushi, while a gigantic plastic head of the Easter Island statues (with an added touch of a neon green nose ring) stared at our plate... We went home half hungry and wholly annoyed.
That was our treacherous road to crappy sushi.
posted by Cindy at 9:20 PM
1 Comments:
I feel I must come to my rescue. Only because there are readers who don't know me in person.
The rest of you know that 'irrationally annoyed' and Bassam don't really go together. Bass exhibits cool logical delibration even in uncomfortable emotional situation.
Hmm but I was hungry.
Well I did the best thing I could do. Got out of the car and let Cindy take charge of our crappy trajectory.
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