Wednesday, August 17, 2005
My faith has been restored...
Can you say "SUSHI?" That's right...it has been almost ten years since I've had sushi. Well...I've done the California Roll thingy...but there's no raw fish in that. You see, I used to love sushi. In fact, I was a certified sushi junkie. Shit...I even had a pair of sushi earrings when I was in high school (shaddap...this was in the 80's). Everytime I entered into a Japanese restaurant...there was no question...sushi was the food of choice. Until it happened...
Back in 1992, after spending a day walking around the San Gennaro Street Fair in Little Italy and Chinatown, a few of us went out for sushi when we got back to Brooklyn. I, of course, ordered my typical sushi special, which included the ikura, otherwise known as the salmon roe.
Shortly after getting back from the restaurant, I had a really queasy feeling in my stomach and totally tossed my sushi. It was the first time that I've ever gotten sick after eating sushi. I remembered getting a bee sting just the day before, so I kinda chalked it up to it being an allergic reaction to a bee sting. I wasn't going to let me stop having sushi when going to the restaurant. Besides, after I got sick that time, the feeling immediately passed. It wasn't like it was food poisoning, where a fever would accompany it.
Fast forward, 4 years later...I was working as a word processor at a Wall Street investment banking firm. The company was really good about providing good training whenever new software is introduced. At that point, we had switched from Applixware to Microsoft Office (oh...the humanity)...but I digress. My training was 4 weeks long and the class was in the evening. My classmates and I would either order out Indian food or go to the Japanese restaurant around the corner for dinner.
Then that night happened. I had ordered the sushi plate, and got an extra piece of ikura. After we were done with dinner...we all headed back to class. I remember I was starting to feel kinda hot when we were walking back towards the classroom. I thought it was odd because it was in the dead of winter! I remember one of my fellow classmates asking me a question in the program, and as I was explaining it to him...I could taste the bile that was making its way up my throat. I remember telling him that I needed to go throw up IMMEDIATELY!!!! I made it to the bathroom just in time for me to pray to the porcelain God.
Needless to say...I didn't stay till the end of class. I took a company car home. Since I was still feeling nauseous...the only thing that helped was rolling down the window and letting the cold air blow on my face. Of course, the driver kept trying to roll up my fucking window, complaining that I'm letting out all the heat. I told him I was really sick and if he wanted a puke free car, he had better leave the window open. Not only did he let me leave the window rolled down, he also picked up the speed and drove like a bat out of hell.
By the time I got home, which at the time, I lived on the 2nd floor of a 6 story walk-up (thank goodness). When I opened my front door to the apartment, I have to go down a long hall before I can reach the bathroom. It was the longest walk down that hallway that I can remember...but I remember I was peeling off layers of outerwear as I was making my way towards the bathroom to hurl again. By the time the ordeal was over, I remember looking down the hallway and seeing all of my clothes just littering the floor, as if I had brought home a hot and heavy date that we couldn't keep our hands off eachother. But the only date I had that night was food poisoning. I was feverish for a good 24 hours. I couldn't hold ANYTHING down. My body ached. I couldn't even talk. All I can do was lay down.
That was the last time I had sushi....until today. I'm on a temporary assignment this week for a local home developer. Their office is right by a sushi restaurant. I decided to go in and order myself a california roll and sat at the sushi bar. It was sooo good. In fact, I decided to take a chance and ordered a salmon roll with cream cheese. Put it this way, I was not disappointed.
When I got home tonight, I decided to look up the restaurant and was surprise to hear that they are the most popular sushi restaurant in town. If you are ever out in Las Vegas, please make it a point to visit Sushi House Manda. Jimbo, the chef is a genius. I'll be going back there for lunch, no doubt.
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I still think Jimbo is a funny name for a Sushi chef.
Posted by: Walt | Aug 18, 2005 1:09:54 AM