HUGE-SHI

Matt and I are notoriously bad at the whole cooking at home thing. So much so that instead of making a lunch to take to school Matt will just not eat until dinner. I, on the other hand, have been known to eat out twelve times a week. In our present condition of me being a penniless leech we have been trying to limit the number of times we eat out each week to just once. I know I just heard all the full-fledged card-carrying grownups guffaw at our carefully thought out money saving plan of just eating out ONCE a week but we choose to see it as personal growth.

Yesterday for our weekly feast we went for sushi. We chose Saburo conveniently located within walking distance of our house (a fact that did not escape us when looking for a place to live). Saburo is notoriously popular and everybody (all four people we've been brave enough to talk to) has recommended it. The place has got that hole in the wall feeling and yet there is always a long line outside rain or shine rain. As per usual Matt and I ordered three maki rolls and a handful of different nigiri sushi, some miso soup and gyoza. In our experience this is enough sushi fill our bellies but not to the point of inducing a food coma. Our waitress came by took our order and made a face as if to say "are you sure you want that much?" or perhaps it was more of a "woohoo good tip today!" kind of face. It's hard to decipher between the two. When our food arrived a short while later we understood the waitress's reaction. The sushi were ginormous! The nigiri were like an entire fish was fileted for each piece and the rolls, normally consumed in one dainty bite, took two or three bites to finish each piece off. We had indeed over ordered. And for the first time ever we took sushi home in a doggie bag.