After a serial gut bomb of a lunch that I thought would send me straight to bed for a well-deserved nap but didn’t, we felt like lighter fare for dinner… but not like cooking.
So I told my beloved that “I’ll buy if you fly,” and he went out to pick up sushi: king salmon, escolar, mackerel, yellowtail sashimi, suzuki & chū toro nigiri, yellowtail scallion roll.
The place was a zoo, apparently (gosh I wonder why? 
), and the order wasn’t ready when it was supposed to be. They were also out of suzuki, so I ended up steaming a handful of har gow as well.
I foresee a veddy, veddy early evening after last night’s shenanigans, which is just as well: our bathroom remodel starts mañana, and those peeps show up at the crack o’dawn.
