>the sushi chef painstakingly folds the fish 10,000 times over the course of an hour and a half>he gives me a polite and humble bow as he hands me the plate over the bar, intricately garnished with sprouts of vegetables I don’t know the names of and dime-sized dollops of carefully prepared sauces>I grab the miniature work of art with my bare hand, grains of rice come unstuck and fall all over the counter>I dunk the lump of fish and rice into my tea cup (which I have since emptied and filled to the brim with onions sauce) and shove it into my mouth>mfw I chew twice and swallow while not breaking eye contact >hey pretty good can you do a philadelphia roll next? extra cream cheese please
