I love love love sushi. If I could afford it, I think I could forsake all other foods for sushi. I have no interest in making it myself. I love watching it prepared and love social ritual of a sushi bar. I love that I talked to Boz Scaggs at a sushi bar for 20 minutes and had no idea who he was. A woman came up and asked for his autograph, and when she left he looked a little embarrassed. I was too, and after a strange pause said, "ok, who are you?" He told me, I said, "cool" and we went back to our conversation.
Raw fish is strange. I used to fish a lot before I started running. I could catch a salmon, right out of the Pacific Ocean and clean it. Fish as fresh as it could possibly be. There is nothing in the world that could compel me to cut off a slab of meat and pop it in my my mouth. And yet, I can eat raw fish in the middle of Kansas and not give it a second thought.
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| Submarine Roll from Fuji |
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| Tempura Udon |
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| ...and my favorite shirt. |
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