Wednesday, October 05, 2005
If you knew sushi like I know sushi....
There is a major Asian market across the street from where I work in Seattle's International District. It is a very popular store that includes an Asian food court and deli where you can theoretically sample Korean, Japanese, Vietnamese, Chinese, Phillipine and Indonesian cusine all in one convenient stop. Problem is, and I mean this is a very respectful manner, it tastes like crap.
I'm not saying that Korean, Japanese, Vietnamese, Chines, Phillipine and Inonesian food tastes like crap. I'm saying that the food served at this food court sucks big time. For one, no matter what you order, it all tastes like a chicken McNugget you've discovered under your car seat that has been dipped in orange sauce.
And despite the fact that I think the food there bites the big one, every now and then I need lunch and don't have time to go to a restaurant and can't stand the thought of yet another sandwich from one of the other local eating places. So I venture into the food court and kick myself later for doing this this to my body yet again.
But today, I was going to be different. I walked by the steaming trays of fried chicken parts in congealing sauces and went to the deli where they sell wrapped trays of sushi to go. I figured it would be healthier than the mystery meat being served by the other vendors. So, I see several of the packages in the sushi case are marked "price reduced."
One would think a man of my age would see the inherent risks in buying day old sushi. But there is something ingrained in me from my poverty-stricken college years that can't pass up a bargain. I shrugged and bought the less than fresh California roll.
And now as I write this blog entry, I am beginning to see (or feel) the error in my ways. I suppose I could say, "This too shall pass," but it seems a bit inappropriate.
Note to self: pay the extra $1 for fresh sushi.