Do you own a pair of Thanksgiving pants? You know what I’m talking about – that wonderful pair of trousers that you save in the back of the drawer to wear on “fat days” or on holidays that center around eating too much food and doing too little exercise.
Ever since I took my first bite of sushi, I have always wanted to eat just one more piece of sushi than I have on my plate. I love it and I never have quite enough. Sushi, you see, is fairly expensive so I have to moderate how much I’m willing to spend.
Kelly and I went to a new restaurant in Plano, the Japan House, for lunch today. It features a buffet with all-you-can-eat sushi, hibachi, salad and dessert.
It was all of my sushi dreams come true. Good taste. Excellent quality. Every imaginable sushi, from unagi to spicy salmon to dragon and on and on.
I learned something at the Japan House: I can put one more piece of sushi on my plate than I have the ability to eat.
For at least the last 10 minutes of our meal, Kelly laughed at me as I willed myself to finish the last of my sushi (unsuccessfully, I might add). It probably is a sin to leave something as wonderful as a spicy California roll with a dab of wasabi on your plate, but I just couldn’t force myself to open my mouth. I’m not sure my Thanksgiving pants would have helped.