Last night I went out to a hibachi/sushi bar to celebrate the birthday of a Cooter. She's the old bag at 45. She said she wanted to try sushi. She's 45 and never tried it and since I am the resident world traveler/cultured Cooter (hA!!!!!), I was the one for the job.
I give the girl my respect. I threw a lot of shit at her to try. I kept it pretty benign at tuna and salmon products but that is more raw than what I did my first time. I knew she was a trooper when I whipped her some sashimi. For all who don't know the difference, sushi is fish that is served either on a rice ball or rolled in rice. Sashimi, on the other hand, is just a chunk of raw fish. Yeah. She tried some. She ate it like a trooper. Hopefully I will get her hooked but I'm not holding my breath.
In turn, I ordered half the ocean thinking that the group would have a couple pieces each. Wrong idea. I ended up eating half the ocean. Then I ate my hibachi dinner on top of it. I thought I was going to die when I finished.
If I was smart, I would have went to the bathroom before leaving to partake in their heated toilet seats and bidet. This is the one and only restaurant that I know of that has these. I guess I didn't because I didn't want to paint a Picasso on their expensive seats. I know, TMI!
And what am I having that is cultural tonight you ask???
Mac and cheese.....