I have a big ol' crush on sushi. Morning, noon and night, I want me some raw fish. Oh, and while we're at it, could you please put some avocado and spicy goodness up on top? Thank you.
The funny thing is, I've only been eating my drug of choice for about a year and a half now. For the longest time, I just could not bring myself to try it. After months of unsuccessful attempts, my friend Katie finally insisted I get over myself and give sushi a try. As you can imagine, it was love at first bite and I haven't been the same since.
I was recently introduced to this little place by a sushi dealer. I mean - er, um - by a friend. Thanks to said friend I am now hooked on a habit called the "Sun of the Beach" roll. Next time you're in Vegas, I urge you to check it out. You will not be disappointed, but you may find yourself with a problem similar to mine. (Hey, I warned you.)
I, on the other hand, am trying to cut back to no more than one sushi fix a week. Okay, fine, twice a week. (I said it was a problem, didn't I?) Jeremy Piven and his mercury poisoning, here I come.
PS) If you are in Seattle, you have to go here. The Temptation Island roll pretty much changed my life. Also, a big shout out to my friend Todd who single-handedly taught a very uncoordinated gal to use her chopsticks with the best of them. Thanks, T!