28 Apr 2009
Average Girl: Sushi
One of my favorite spots for sushi is Sevruga. I love the view, the jellybeans and the giant Mojitos.
I don’t know if it’s because I can’t quite get the fine art of eating with chopsticks quite right, or if I wave my sushi around too much when I talk, but you can always see where I have eaten. There are patterns of soy-sauce that reach far and wide, that plates , serviettes, soy-sauce bowls and anything else on the table struggle to cover up.
Tonight was a first. I had eaten my way through a substantial amount of sushi and I had not dropped one single spot of sauce anywhere.
As soon as I realized this , I had to tell the entire table ( who were au fait with my soy-sauce habits).
I was so excited to share the good news: it was a world first.
I said loudly,
” Hey guys, look! No soy sauce!”
I proudly swept my arm across the crisp, clean, white table-cloth in front of me.
Unfortunately, there happened to be an entire bottle of soy-sauce in the way which I had not seen. Arm sweeps. Sweeping arm meets bottle. Over bottle goes. Soy-sauce splatters everywhere.Table, me, passing seagulls, residents of Timbuktu. Table laughs. Waiter looks un-amused.
Sigh.
I search for the hole in ground that really should be appearing right about now.
Thanks Murphy.
