Spring Onion LOVES his sushi/nigiri. He has tennis class on Wednesdays in Winchester and I usually stay and watch but once in a while, I have to food shop during class. About a month ago, I discovered that the nearby Stop & Shop offers select sushi sets at a $4 discount on Wednesdays. It is adequate supermarket sushi that scratches SO’s sushi itch.
Today, SO requested sushi for dinner, so I stopped by and while I was deciding which set to buy, a kind older man popped out from behind the counter and pointed out which sets were discounted and he urged me to come earlier in the day for a wider and fresher selection. And then finally he asked me, “where are you from?” I knew meant where are you really from (not I live in Arlington) so I said Korea. That was the beginning of a nearly 30-minute chat, especially after I found out that he is Burmese (B and I visited in 2007). We talked about the places I had visited in Burma, the recent earthquake, about how much Burmese love Korean shows, politics, Burmese food (the wondrous tofu! mohinga!). I had to take my leave but I told him I would come back as often as I could on Wednesdays. I left with my heart and head abuzz and couldn’t wait to tell my little boy all about the man who made his dinner.
