What's a Boston Roll, anyway?

Last Friday night, The Boy and i went out for sushi. I love going for sushi because you can pretty much stuff your face and not have to worry about it, you know? I mean, its raw fish and rice for chrissake - nature's perfect diet food.

We've been going to the same sushi place called Sesame, for close to two years now. A little hole in the wall kind of place that is actually really good. I'm kind of squemish about trying new sushi restaurants; i've only gotten sick once from bad sushi and its not the kind of experience i'm interested in repeating. I usually wait for someone else to tell me that a place is good before i try it. And i swear that i've passed a place called "Discount Sushi" or something. There is no F'ing way you could get me in a place like that.

'Sesame' is very nicely decorated, all blond woods and these neato birch branch decorations. They even have two booth things that are built up and enclosed so that you have to step-into the booth on to the platform seats with these little woven cushions to sit on. And to actually sit, you have to kneel down and swing your legs under the table. Very nice, pseudo-authentic Japanese. The chefs are very friendly and say hello and goodbye to everyone and chat with the people sitting at the bar and do their sushi chef thing.

But, there is a waitress there that is kind of stern and aloof. The Boy and I are convinced that she Hates Us. She seems very dismissive and uninterested in anything we say. When we first started going there, we were very friendly with her, but then when we realized that she Hates Us, we learned that you just go at it like a business transaction. "1 Tuna Roll, 1 Eel with Avacado. Thank you". No friendly banter, no conversation. No extra words. I have to say it used to make us a little uneasy, but the food is so damn good that we keep coming back.

Eventually, we realized that she Hates Everyone.
Now its fun.

Friday we were there, placed our orders and were given our soup. While enjoying the miso soup, the salad came by. Um, but there was only one. Soup and salad comes with everything, so its not like one of us should have gotten it but not the other one. We just kind of stared at it, 'does she want us to share the salad?' ' i don't know, but i'm not asking her for another one, are you?' 'no, lets just eat it and don't make eye-contact'...*snicker*

Meanwhile, there was a table of 3 people across from us trying to order. They were kind of waffling as they put in their orders, it sounded like they didn't know what they wanted. As the waitress was walking into the kitchen, one of them yelled at her, "WAIT! Can you make that a Volcano Roll?!"

The Boy and I just burst out laughing, because we know something they don't. "Now, she Hates You, Too." I said, ominously. Muahahahaha!!!


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Now, i should probably do some work, you know, just to keep them guessing...