i was having a great night ubering when i got a call from ali who said she was having sushi dreams and where was i
i said i was in south gate. she said wheres south gate i said its between huntington park and lynwood
she said what are you doing there?
i said, this super cool family in redondo beach knows this great mexican restaurant out there so they ubered me to take em
and it really does look great.
she said, you know what would look great: sushi in my belly.
and somehow i stopped working and sped down the 105 west and was mildly disappointed when i didnt see my man peter there
peter knows whats good whats super fresh whats rare and whats entirely fictional
then he puts it on the table and then it gets shoved down my face.
but without him i was voted the person who should order and i did pretty good on most things
and not good at all on other things: example a: the mythical mystery conch
resting on a bed of columbian cocaine, this legendary delight has sauces and textures that will make your dreams turn to 3D
just make sure not to eat the cocaine, it’s decoration, and super expensive, and terribly addicting
and they kill you if you even look at it too long
next was this mackerel who talks to you as you eat it.
try the tail first, he says
now the sushi part, be generous with the sauce
it was creepy and annoying but in a way it was his last meal too
afterwards they deep fry the bones and you eat them like potato chips.
good times were had by all and we decided we need to call ahead next time to make sure peters there
because even though i did pretty good with the salmon albacore lobster rolls and blue fin hand rolls
the talking fish with dirty jokes was not really what i was expecting.
so if you order it, eat it first.