Sushi

You know, I was worried moving to Little Italy, where all the restaurants are Italian, and a large percentage of the population is hispanic (mostly Puerto Rican). Not because of a dislike of either of these things, in fact, I relish the fact that the neighborhood is so diverse. I was worried about my sushi options.

There is a sushi restaurant in the neighborhood, but I was skeptical. Monday night though, C and I toughed it out and tried it. And let me tell you, I was really happy. I realized that living in small-town Virginia, where the good sushi options were very limited, I came to love one place that I really do miss, but a large part of why I miss it is the people. They knew us there, and knew what we ordered, and it was always a great experience. And I even got to the point where I loved the sushi.

But now I remember what really good sushi can be. Now, I don't swear that this place in my 'hood is the best ever, but there is a marked difference (largely I think because the fish seemed a lot more fresh) than in VA. And, it's cheap!

So it's all good, I can live happily knowing that a five-minute walk from my place is a great sushi place.