November 12th 2018
Today I tried Sushi for the first time in my life. I was out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant, and the person I was with ordered sushi. I’d told her that I’ve never really eaten fish, and so, of course, she suggested I try some sushi. I surprised myself by agreeing to try some. In recent years I’ve become more receptive to trying new things, and that has really escalated recently, as I try my best to break my comfort zone.
As it turns out, sushi is not as fishy as I thought it would be. I thought the whole thing would taste like fish, but only the flake of salmon did. And it was kind of masked by the other flavours. Does that make sense? It was… actually okay? She asked what I thought of it, and I gave it a 6/10. She interpreted a 6/10 as “not great”, but to me that is perfectly acceptable.
I mean, I don’t think I’ll be ordering portions of it for myself any time soon, but it was at least not terrible. And isn’t “not terrible” all you can really ask for?
Well, actually, I had ribeye steak. And that was great. Weirdly, though, I had to cook it myself. It came out with a hot skillet, butter and sea salt. The steak was partly cooked, and I had to slice it up and cook it to my liking — which, to be fair, wasn’t too far off the pre-grilled version that was served to me. It’s weird having to cook your own food in a restaurant, but it was kind of fun and I kind of liked it.
For the record, the menu made it clear that I was expected to cook it myself, it didn’t just show up like that without warning.
Overall, it was a really good meal, with really good food (and my steak was particularly well cooked, if I do say so myself)
Until tomorrow, maybe I will start eating sushi…