Sushi Please!

I have officially changed my mind.

I actually DO like sushi.

I actually like it A LOT.

Unless I am pregnant and this is a craving.

Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!! The mere thought!!!

We (this is now The Lord And Master of the Manor) used to eat sushi when it was all the rage (3 or 4 years ago) locally.

Sushi restaurants popped up like mushrooms and it was the place to be seen and the food to eat (if you were in and living the healthy lifestyle (or pretending to be)).

Then, one night, we went to a restaurant where the sushi smelled a bit like the cut off pieces of drying bait the fishermen leave behind on the rocks after another miserable day of having their hooks caught in the surf.

S.T.I.N.K.Y.

That night we officially, and verbally, told each other that we actually DO NOT LIKE sushi.

Yep - it was peer pressure all right. And now, hitting our forties, we had enough self esteem (and too few years left to bother) to say: Eeeeuuuuw!

Then, the other night, I decided that after the movie, (YES - we went out like real other adults!) we were going to do something DIFFERENT.

Something we don't normally do. Somewhere we don't normally go.

So we went to the Cape Town Fish Market.

It is not really in Cape Town (well - I suppose there really is one in Cape Town, but this one isn't). It is a franchise and this one is in Johannesburg.

And we did something I always wanted to do but never did for fear of either:

a. Not fitting in those little high bar stools with my big ass.
b. Falling off one of those little high bar stools after drinking too much.

We had sushi in those pretty bowls with the see-through plastic lids that come travelling by on the conveyor belt like some pretty little butterflies darting through the meadow.

I like pretty food.

(OK - clearly by my figure - or lack of it - I like all food, but deep down I think I like pretty food most.)

And was this pretty.

Little dots with colourful spots.

Little stripes with pretty little ribbons.

Little baskets that look like jewelery boxes gleaming with shiny rubies and glistening with pearls.
And the taste!! Fresh, fresh fresh. Soft, creamy. Contrasted with the salty soy.

And the company was good. The fact that I had two glasses bowls of dry wine helped as well. Although it did make it more difficult to sit on those barstool. And my feet got pins & needles.

My favourite, favourite is salmon roses.

Hmmm, hmmm.

A bit pricey though - a steak is cheaper, but I get away with it by explaining the sushi is far healthier for me!

I think we will plan another evening (or lunch) (not breakfast - thats a bit woes) soon!