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Growing up in Wisconsin, sushi was never an option at dinner time. After all, show me somebody who says Milwaukee has the best sushi on the planet, and I’ll show you a damn liar.
So it wasn’t until I moved to Washington, D.C. in 2003 that I decided to give the ol’ California roll a shot. Of course, it was because I was trying to sleep with a girl, and she was pretty adamant about getting sushi before that happened.
Well, fast forward to 15 years later, and I’m chowing down on sushi at least five times a month in Los Angeles because it’s not only good for you, but it’s also freaking delicious. And it would take something of biblical proportions to get me to refrain from eating the house roll at my favorite Hermosa Beach sushi joint.
You know, something like the chef delivering a sushi concoction in which the fish portion still has a pulse, something that recently happened to this Japanese diner and scarred him or her enough that it was labeled a “sushi row tragedy.”
スシローの悲劇 pic.twitter.com/DDLhXuuP0l
— ブッチー (@shoumizo3446) February 11, 2018
Yup, screw it. Hot dogs it is from here on out. Good Christ.
h/t Barstool Sports
