Yesterday I had sushi. I'm a sushi fanatic, and good fortune had it so my new place is but a short walk from a high-class sushi bar. I had a dragon roll, which to those of you who aren't familiar with it is roasted eel and avocado atop a california roll adorned with a liberal glazing of sesame sauce and a clinquant galaxy of three different kinds of caviar.
Fucking delicious. I've been called pretentious for eating sushi before, thanks to it's association with fauxhemian, metrosexual psuedo-intellectuals. I'd like to clear the air right now and state that I eat sushi because it's fucking delicious and extremely fresh, not because I want to be seen eating it in a turtleneck sweater while I write a screenplay on my iBook.
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