roll of unsatisfaction

Sushi is good. I like it. I like the tiny ceramic cup of soy sauce, I like the spreading of the wasabi, I like fighting with the chopsticks. I like making my sushi-partner eat the ends of the rolls with the tiny fried legs and/or fried tail sticking out of it. It's foodtainment.

Saying "Let's go for sushi" makes me feel grown up and cool. But really, every time I leave a sushi place I feel unsatisfied. I'm hungry by the time I open the car door. I always secretly wish I had just said "Let's go for cooked food, a whole meal of it, in non roll form." A meal where I need a scoop and a daggar to get it in my mouth, not tiny sticks. A meal where I walk to the car thinking I may or may not pass out at any second because all the blood is in my stomach.

Here's the thing. I like fancy food, I like scallops with white wine and butter and lamb chops with garlic and roasted pears. I like getting dressed up and going to fancy restaurants.

But I love banana milkshakes, huge bowls of pasta, fried chicken, meatloaf, and cheeseburgers. I love eating in jeans that I can easily unbutton and a white t-shirt in my own house.

So, next time I'm tempted to say "Let's grab sushi", I'll just say "Let's grab an actual meal of food."