I might describe, my relationship with sushi as tolerant. Yes, I've been know to eat some deep fried shrimp and mayo wrapped in rice and enjoy myself, but I've never really had a strong desire for sushi. I'll eat a slice of pizza at any time of any day, and I will seek out a good burger, but sushi has never really excited me.
When Ali started expressing a pretty strong desire for sushi, I initially felt pretty ambivalent; I could take it or leave it. Plus, I mean, come on! This is Spain! You're only supposed to eat pork, bread, potatoes, or a pork/bread/potato combination.
Finally one day Mohammed recommended a sushi place in the basement of a market by his house. The restaurant, I'll admit it, is pretty dang cute. It's an "open air" (despite being completely inside a larger building) stall type of set up, that seats about 10 people on the inside, and has a few seats and a standing bar area around the outside. It's decorated in a kind of wooden Japanese-hut style and the waitress is super nice and speaks maybe 20 languages.
Looking over the menu, we were drawn to the Sushi Fiesta, a plate of almost 40 pieces of various sushi. I mean, there were four of us, so 40 pieces is reasonable, right?
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| These pictures were taken by my wife, a fact that is mentioned under threat of physical harm from said photographer |
