Back home we’d go get “sushi”, when it really meant just getting a bowl of fried rice with chicken or steak, while using chopsticks at a fancy restaurant to be cool. I never really went myself, I would just stick to Chinese food instead, but I prettymuch got into eating Japanese style cuisine when I started watching anime. Nowadays, I can’t see myself going two weeks without having sushi at least once.

When people talk about the food pallet, I thought I was certainly certified to judge, where I saw myself as coming from a country with a range of flavors and foods that was far greater than any other cuisine out there. However, sushi took my tongue places it had never been.

Going to Japan was what converted me over fully. The shit I ate there was crafted by the Gods of Food themselves. I had rice, just rice, that tasted like a whole meal. Flavors so fresh and spices that gave so much complexity to the food my taste buds were overloaded. Drunk with flavor. Blackout drunk. People would talk, but all I could focus on was the noodles, or fish, or rice, or drinks, or meat, or weird shit I would find, all of it so incredibly packed with flavor, I was just stunned. Unable to move really.

Sushi now rules my life. I think if I had to pick one meal that I would have to adhere to for the rest of my life as a necessity at least once a day, it would be sushi. I don’t even care what roll. California, Tuna, Salmon, Avocado, Alaska, Yellow Tail, Dragon Roll, Spicy Crab, Veggie, I could go on for ages, but I am getting too hungry right now.

The fact that sushi itself is art, presented in front of you, so organized, so perfect, that it is hard to decide weather you want to awe at it some more, or just keep eating it until mercury poisoning stops you. So, whenever you feel like it, hit me up. Large hot sake, salmon and tuna rolls to start me off. How about you? ~ad astra ultraque