it has no business tasting like this.
it’s from another time zone.
sawara is such a mysterious and impossible fish to prepare perfectly,
so to find an establishment that knows it intimately
and who only serves it super dooper fresh, is something to be cherished.
kanpai is that place. but it doesnt always have true sawara
so it tricks the albacore into believing that it is sawara
with help from a tangy sauce, and some light crunchy doo dads on top.
the entire thing melts in your mouth and you cant even believe such a thing exists.
sometimes the fake sawara is better than the real deal
its like the six million dollar man or something.
because the over all flavor and feeling is overwhelming,
i usually save it for the end.
and then ask for a little green tea ice cream.
“My car sounds like a wheezy old man. I was in Target in the “Auto” aisle ready to buy like, some OIL, and then realized I didn’t know WTF I was doing.”
it’s her birthday tomorrow.
i think i will get her some oil
except i think in turkey they say aloha
even though nothing in here is true even (former) xbi agents get knocked to the ground
theyre just like Us, after all.
the difference (in theory) is that your favorite neighborhood superhero gets up, dusts himself off, and climbs back into Chopper One to return to saving the world.
a world that clearly did not ask to be saved.
a never ending non stop party rock planet of love and joy and occasional mayhem.
the sushi was good, as always, the sake was hot, the beer was cold, and our man peter even busted with some of the good stuff after he heard some of the bad news
and we all toasted to what was and what will always be.
what will always be?
what will always be is the hope that love can exist in a complicated world where opposites attract and like minded souls somehow meet despite all the blockades
some man made
some us made.
i got a little note in my email machine that said damn i wish you wrote more, like really wrote.
damn i wish sometimes i did too.
if only i had something to say.