Sushi lunch. Judging by the shoes, we may be underdressed.

May 21st, 2013, 11am

It was 23°C with few clouds. There was moderate breeze.

It was a quick lunch away from the office. Times like this make me appreciate relaxed dress codes. I mean, does no one do brown shoes? Wing tips anyone? Nope. Black shoes just so.

We popped past the counter seating filled with suits. No room to sit there if we wanted to. My friend flashes two fingers at sushi dude. There are no menus so we’re having two of what everyone else is having.

A few minutes later bowls of sushi and rice roll out.

Wanna hear a funny story? I don’t actually like fish. Or I didn’t. My dad was a fisherman, and my mom was - regrettably - not a cook.

But in Japan I find I can do fish. Strangely the fish I like best is maguro - raw tuna that when painted with sauce and wasabi makes me think my dad was just fishing the wrong ocean.

This is where it’s at.

Chris, Cassie and Sandra said thanks.

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