We covered five months in fifty minutes over burritos at 42nd Street’s Metro Café.
“Work? Boys? Living in New York? Go!” And when I left lunch with Miss Sarah B to head back to my office, I wanted to give the world a giant hug. Sarah is just a laugh a minute. Oklahoma must still be weeping from their loss!
Additionally, if you happen to have Sarah’s cell phone number and have not yet heard her voicemail, do something to remedy that. It’s worth a really big grin. I was so tempted to press 2 and leave a message about dinosaurs. But I’m really no expert on the subject.
In other news, it turns out I have been living a lie.
Mmm hmm. After all these years of having stated firmly to the contrary, it turns out that… I do indeed like sushi. Not only do I like it, but I just may just fight you for the last piece.
Three years ago when Mike took me to try my first sushi, I put on a brave face, opened my mind and forged ahead. And gagged. Something about the kelp was just not cool and I figured: I tried it like a brave soldier, and don’t ever have to do it again.
That is unless your dinner partner is really fucking worn out and clearly has his heart set on sushi. In which case you say, “Know what? You order something for me, and I will eat it.”
Hey, Mikey, I liked it!
There’s clearly a difference between sushi and good sushi. And here I thought it was all just a little bit fishy.
Yay! Another one over to the Sushi Loving Side.
Dude. His name’s Ben. Not Mike.
I will stab your eyes out with a drinking straw for the last piece of scorpion roll- crunchy legs and all.
Well yay! And, it’s about time, now I have someone else to clink chopsticks with!!
Viva la hand roll!!
I am a semi recent sushi convert (within the last two years) and now I absolutely adore it. That discovery was maybe the best thing to come out of the relationship I was having at the time.
How do you feel about eating sushi now?
One thing I miss from my old town: there was a sushi place that had a “Deep Sea Roll,” that was a bunch of different fish, and shrimp, but the entire roll was dipped in tempura and fried. Not enough to cook it, but enough to warm the outside and make it crunchy. Oh, my. If anyone knows of a place in New York that does this, I’ll give you a shiny new Gold Dollar.
Gopi: Please tell me I don’t have to go to Japan for that!
I’m another semi-recent convert, and I seldom get fish, but really enjoy the veggie sushi, and will go anytime! My favorite places are the ones where it’s half-price if you dine in or pick up, but full-price if you have it delivered. That makes about as much sense as coupons (“here’s a piece of paper that I cut out of a magazine: give me a dollar off my purchase!”).
the name dropping going on around this place is somthing else.
wha? linking to your friends is name dropping? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
oh, man. that’s a good one. the emily post of blogging has spoken.
Hubs, it’s happy shallow girl land, whaddya expect? You’re supposed to be charmed and sometimes titillated. Get with her program. If it isn’t shoes it’s sushi. We know B is for boyz. Wonder what the letter T has in store?
I am not asking you to be charmed. In fact, I am not asking you to take any time out of your day to READ this, much less leave comments.
See, that’s the beauty of the internet… you can just click your little mouse and be far, far away from all those horrible things I write about shoes that get you so upset.
Because, unless this blog is on a syllabus of some kind, it’s still not required reading.
Move along already.
I am very, very excited to have you as a lunch buddy, but please don’t make me eat sushi. I’d rather saw at that fleshy burrito. XO.
Sorry to disagree with you Miss Fish, but it is required reading for me.
I’m hooked!
required reading.
It’s definitely required reading!
emily post. another good name drop.
tsk. what a bunch of grumpy spoilsports. it’s a little pathetic if you ask me.