I have been excited/nervous to try sushi. I've wanted so bad to like it. I went with my friend Adam to Kakachi in Penfield and gave it a go. I thought this was the best way to go about trying sushi containing seafood, because he would be the person I would least likely gag or spit food into my napkin in front of. Big time strategy here.
He ordered an array of rolls, all mostly contained some sort of raw fish. I ate the least intimidating one first, which was simply tuna and rice. It was small and easy to pop the whole thing in my mouth, I enjoyed it. The rest of the rolls were big, and I knew there was no lady-like way of eating them. I opted next for the Philadelphia roll. I wasn't a fan of it. I love cream cheese on a bagel, but a big hunk of it in my mouth was a little excessive. I am happy to report that is the only roll I didn't care for. I ate the majority of them without soy sauce. My method of eating sushi was to chew and swish the roll from side to side in my mouth so I would taste everything together and not just fish. I know, the thought of that is really getting your stomach growling, I’m sure. I can't imagine what it was like for him to have to sit across from me and watch as I thought out which roll to try next, over thinking how I was going to fit the whole thing in my mouth, and lastly, listening to me as I took deep breaths before eating each bite and while chewing. The thought process involved during dinner would have led you to believe I was contemplating skydiving or trying to complete a Good Will Hunting type of math problem.
The entire time we were at the restaurant I was so incredibly proud of myself. Some people are proud when they run a marathon, or have a baby, I was proud that I consumed raw fish and didn't completely disgust my date (or so he said).
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