No rehab for me
Posted on October 30, 2007 - Filed Under Food and Drink |
Elbow was aching; knee was shot. Climbing up and down a ladder for nearly 10 days while painting had exhausted some of my joints. It was Friday, around 6 p.m. when the painting was finished. Flying solo and covered with paint, I had to get something to eat.
“Sushi”
Hi. My name is Clifford and I’m a sushi junkie.
A recovering junkie I am not. Nor do I wish to be. If sushi was something which could be boiled down and injected into my paint-infested veins, certainly I would do it.
A new sushi place was spotted where I could drop. Quaint, locals only kind of place. Seated at the bar, my old friend Cold Sake-san greeted me.
It was as if I hadn’t eaten in weeks. Endorphins flooded my brain, my body. I was starting to see spots. Sushi and sashimi; rolls and hand rolls. The ocean kept coming and coming, slice and served with rice and various sauces.
Okasame!
Completely lubricated on sake, I cried out to the sushi gods "Is that the best you got?!?"
The gods heard my cry. Speaking through a fellow Gaijin seated next to me, I ordered something I had never tried.
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Quail eggs. The juxtaposition of the ice cold yolk and the hot rice stunned my taste buds. Hot and cold at the same time? Who cares! It was delicious.
On the verge of exploding, my stomach cried out for relief. Knowing some food could be temporarily stored in my esophagus, one more piece was ordered.
Clifford: "Do you have monk fish liver?”
Chef: “Hai”
Clifford: “Oh glorious day!”
For the uninitiated, monk fish liver is almost like foie gras . . . on rice. Heaven. A touch of a sour sauce they put on top, this piece alone could cause loss of consciousness. If tried, be prepared for your legs to start shaking.
At some point, my first bottle of sake disappeared.
Server: “Excuse sir, you like more sake?”
The best part of eating at Aki’s Sushi: it’s not even a five minute walk from my house.
Clifford: “Hai.”
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After reading this, I went out and tried the monk liver. It was good!!
Oh, I love sushi–particularly after a big real estate accomplishment!
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