I got to go to a Chinese takeaway restaurant in New York City last night.
The menu was simple, just a few items of seafood, salad and a slice of fruit and veggies.
My wife ordered the “salad plate,” which was the most basic kind of rice bowl.
It was delicious.
And when I asked for the “snack bar,” I was told that there was only one kind.
I thought that was odd, as I am a food critic.
But then I saw the name “sushi.”
I asked, “Oh, they have sushi?
This is a sushi restaurant.”
Then, after a few seconds of hesitation, I ordered.
After my order was made, I asked, “What is it?”
I was stunned.
I haven’t had sushi in a while.”
“Oh, I know.”
The waitress brought me to a counter and told me that the place was “specializing in sushi.”
That’s when I realized that this was a very Japanese place, but not Japanese food.
Instead of a simple dish of rice, a few pieces of tuna, or even a slice or two of grilled octopus, the sushi was full of flavors.
Then I tried the rice bowl, and I was shocked.
If this was some kind of sushi restaurant in Tokyo, I would have been so confused.
You can read more from my experience here.
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