I have been throwing down a lot of Sushi lately. I’m not really sure how come. I was on a Subway sandwich kick for about 8 months. I must have eaten it at least 3 times a week, for dinner. Apparently now, I have started a sushi kick. When Nate and Melanie came to visit, one night we ate at Sushi Yu. I’m sure that our homies in the Heights are familiar with that place. Anyway, we order from there all of the time, but I would generally get the chicken teriyaki, or tempura. The reason for this, is because back in the day, when I lived in Hawaii, there was a Sushi joint right where I lived. We knew that guy that ran it and he would hook me up with all the pre-packaged stuff at the end of the day (the stuff that would have gone bad, by the next day). It worked out well, since I generally spent most of my money on surfboards, etc.. I was always hungry enough to choke down whatever wasn’t selling. It was usually the less popular stuff that was left over, like eel, squid and other super chewy stuff. So, being too broke to eat anything but stale sushi, made me develop a bit of an aversion to it. Back to Sushi Yu–> so, there we are with Nate and Melanie. I was like, “I think that I’m going to get a little crazy and order something besides the teriyaki.” I asked for three rolls, I don’t remember specifically what they were, except that one was chicken tempura (as a safety net). When my food came out, I was totally digging it. My aversion to sushi was completely eradicated. I still shy away from the sashimi. In fact, I generally only order vegetable rolls. But the fact is, I have become pretty much addicted to them.
Ok, now for the real reason that I am writing about my food tonight: I tore open the soy packet to mix it up with the wasabi. As I did so, I happened to notice on the soy packet, that the company had been around since ’45. As a matter of fact, 1645. Holy crap! Yamasa is the brand ‘o soy sauce that Aja gave me with my food tonight. Here is a link to the corporate profile on their webby, if you want to take a peek.
One more side note, since the randomness is flowing at full volume tonight. Reagan and I watched Lost in Translation, recently. Bill Murray plays a washed up movie star who runs into Scarlet Johansen’s character, while in Tokyo doing a promo for Japanese whiskey. There is this one scene where he is in the spa telling his wife, on the phone, that he doesn’t want to eat crap like pasta anymore. He wants to eat healthy, like the Japanese. I never really thought about it before then, but I can eat about 18 pieces and still not feel disgustingly full or sluggish afterwards. Also, who doesn’t love spicy things? I have always been a fan of peppers and hotsauce, but wasabi is like a totally different animal. It is amazing to me that something can be so delicious, while at the same time, giving you the sensation of being poisoned by a chemical attack. The juxtaposed sensations are euphoric. I think that I’m going to try to sell the last sentence to a trashy romance-novel writer. Hahahah