A Sushi Fiasco

An ignominious failure: our evening at the Piranha Sushi Restaurant. The name alone should have given us pause. My experiences of sushi, before this night, were of delicious cones full of sweet, sticky rice that we gulped down while living in Hawaii at age 18. My latest memory was of a sweet, little sushi bar in Jacksonville where the waitress welcomed us familiarly and happily brought our soups and tea before taking our order. She was dressed in a shiny blue Asian top and was herself of Asian descent. Missy introduced me to this place exclaiming that it was her and Scott's current favorite eatery. Just being with her added to the fun and deliciousness of the place. Etamame, shrimp tempura, avocado-crab and many other beautifully arranged sushi's were a feast for the taste buds.

But back to the Piranha. It poured rain today during my hair cut appointment. I had been fastidiously faithful to preparing evening meals organically and decided that I deserved a treat and wanted to go out while my hair looked good. So, I asked Ev and we agreed, although he was reluctant, having eaten some bad sushi while in the navy. It was quite chilly in the restaurant and we were seated in a corner under an air vent. The waiter was a white, rather burly-looking young male who brusquely set down some odd little noodle dish and left menus. I, being the expert, chose several sushi rolls to share. We ordered some green tea and settled in to wait for the delicious tidbits. Hmmm. The tea arrived in cracked cups and was cold. When we told the waiter, he replied that they were supposed to look cracked and didn't offer to refresh the pot with hot tea. So far, things were not looking good and I sensed that we were not going to have the fun, exciting evening that I had fancied.The chatting was all on my side of the table while Ev shivered through the long wait until the sushi arrived. On a black, smallish plate sat 5 ominous looking tuna rolls in the middle, several fatter Mexican ones on one side, and then some other ordinary rolls that were supposed to be the succulent tempura I had dreamed of. But that was not all!! There was no shrimp sauce! When I asked the waiter about it he didn't know what I was talking about. Then I knew. The evening was a fiasco. Some experiences can't be duplicated and as we left the restaurant in the pouring rain, I thought that perhaps the next time we dine out we should go somewhere that we both like.