had sushi.

but just not any sushi.
shushi mac. oh lookit, even my typing is slurry.

this place is awesome! they have this little conveyor belt. let me say this again. A CONVEYOR BELT. with little signs of the sushi you can get.

so, like a moron i wait and look at every one while they pass by. forgetting there is a menu.
japanese chefs looking at me like i should deserve a good ginsu to the face.

i was just imagining the conveyor belt leading to my mouth and little packages of sushi falling down my throat factory style.

and, like a moron, almost every piece of sushi i touched with my chopsticks promptly fell apart in the soy sauce dish. forcing me to dig in the dish for my rice and raw fish, with chopsticks. something about picking single pieces of rice and tiny, really salty soy-soaked fish is so demoralizing.

only bad thing is they make you wait standing up, and they play this wierd techno jazz stuff that only crazy japanese people would listen to. amazing the chefs don't go bonkers and start throwing sushi out the window.

thats when i got the idea. what would sushi and mac and cheese be like?
"no" matt said, "NO"

i bought another palunuik book. diary.