For years people have been trying to tell me I should try sushi. And I always said, "Yeah, I don't think so." Dave was always on that same page with me so it was pretty easy to avoid.
A couple months ago however Dave had to go to a work lunch at a sushi place and discovered he liked it. He'd been telling me ever since, "I really think you'd like it." I reminded him that I'm the pickiest eater on the planet (actually I recently met someone who makes me look positively adventurous but I don't judge) but he still said he thought I'd like it.
The last couple years I've been branching out trying new things and sometimes discovering I kinda like them (onions on salad, who knew). So I said I'd give it a try.
We went to the same place Dave had enjoyed before.
Our waitress was great.
Fiona had a blast playing with chopsticks.
And you know what?
Sushi is pretty freaking gross!