Last night, I went to Musachino for a sushi throwdown with my married pals David and Rachel. They've been very cool about letting me be their "third wheel" as of late, alleviating the somewhat disconcerting sense that my current state of tetherless in-betweendom is in fact a permanent condition.
Anyway, I went hog-wild and ordered the $25 bento box because I like to get a little of everything. Turns out I got a lot of everything. The bento crate had huge portions of chicken and salmon teriyaki, tempura, sushi, rice, miso soup and something chewy I believed to be octopus. This was the first I've ever eaten myself sick with Japanese food. My "food indiscretion" caught up with me around two in the morning, forcing me to hit the anti-nausea syrup in order to get to sleep. Still, much like falling in love for the night, it was fun while it lasted.
What still baffles me is the tiny American flag they stuck in the wasabi. Just what the hell is that supposed to mean, anyway? Did it signify victory over Japan in WWII? Support for the Global War on Some Terror? Or was it a sly comment on how Americans eat way too damn much?
Saturday, April 09, 2005
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Mmmm...Musashino. That place rocks. I used to go there with some friends and we would eat sushi and drink sake until we literally could not walk. It was insane what we ate. Then we'd go back to their house and drink port until I passed out on the sofa.
Them were the days. Gluttony rules!
They didn't put little American flags in the wasabi back then, though.
I believe it is a tiny, sarcastic tribute to the Marines raising the flag at Iwo Jima. They probably just forgot the little plastic men.
Either that or it is an ancient Japanese custom to pay tribute to the nationality of the person who is about to pay big, ginormous bucks for some sushi. Sweet, delicious sushi...
I also once mistook wasabi for guacamole at a dinner party. I thought someone had tried to poison me!
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