Finding Sushi

It was a packed day at work. I was so thrilled to make it out of the office before 9pm to shed the staid dress and heels and don slippers and a casual dress for dinner. Too bad there wasn't time to hit the shower, much less to dry a wet mop of hair.

I almost wanted to back out of dinner. The suitcase was not packed for the early morning flight out and I hadn't even looked at the schedule for the next week. But to get out of the funk, I should just go out, socialize and have a little down time. It would mean sleeping at 2am tonight. But I guess sleep can wait.

Where else but to Tatsuya to satisfy sushi and sashimi cravings that had been brewing for a couple of weeks. I ate all sorts of things except Japanese food. Most of all, not sushi or sashimi. These were the items I religiously avoided since the travel destinations weren't in Japan. I'm surprised actually- given my love for the cuisine, I don't have any plans to head to the country anytime soon.

Once the first sip of cold sake went down the throat, I was glad I didn't take a raincheck on the evening. The whole dining-out thingy perked me up. The food was especially stunning. See this big fat juicy oyster? It was huge! It was bigger than my hand! (I've got big hands.) The rest of the meal was simply beautiful, as always. I knew I'd regret having 2 sips of that thick prawn head broth. It was so rich and flavorful that I knew that the body might react to it later. Ah well.