Just say “no” to fish

To the person who found my site by searching for “addiction to raw salmon“: I hope you find help soon.

They say that salmon is a gateway fish to other raw seafoods. You see them every day down on East Hastings Street… the sea urchin addicts and octopus junkies. The worst are the ones who stumble around looking for the next hit of mackerel. It is a very sad thing.

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To my beloved, delivered without lemon sauce

...thou art but a drab morsel: plain and common.

O breaded lemon chicken, wast thou lonely before thou wore lemon? Thine artless crust becomes artful only in the company of citron. In thy brittle raiment, thou canst tempt even the gods of Olympus to assuage their hunger; and yet without the lemon, without thy heaven-paired companion, thou art but a drab morsel: plain and common.

So, my sweet, tart collation, mayest thou never again be parted from thy condiment, and my love for thee will be as constant as the neon sign at Amy Chinese Seafood Restaurant.

Sushi Robo

Have you ever been to Sushi Robo? It’s a little sushi take-out place where, as the name implies, the sushi is made by a robot.

When I first heard about the place, I was stunned. A sushi-making robot? I imagined walking into a restaurant, and there’s C3PO behind the sushi bar, slapping together a spicy tuna roll. As I take a seat at the bar, he shouts “Konnichiwa!!”, which startles all the furry little Ewok waiters, and causes the green dancing girl to miss a step. (If you’re going to have a robot sushi chef, you might as well go for the full sci-fi theme restaurant, right?)

I had to see this place. So the next day, I dropped by Sushi Robo for lunch, looking forward to exchanging some quips with the gold-plated droid. Peering into the kitchen, I saw a blocky machine with a rice hopper that spat out perfectly-formed blocks of rice onto a conveyor belt.

Yes, it was a disappointment. But one of these days, someone will catch on and make a real sushi-making droid.

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