I was hooked from my first sushi bite. It was Van Pelt who did it to me...spicy tuna, a California roll, and possibly some tuna nigiri. Kedron Kroger, no some fancy sushi joint, is where this all went down. Van Pelt dropped by my parents place to let me know he was going somewhere and that I should go with him, which was a common occurance. "Sushi?" I responded with a befuddled look on my face I am sure. He just chimmed "get in the car and let's go." The car was not some super nice ride, but rather a matte gray color Chevrolet Cavalier he called The Gray Ghost. So off we went to open my world to sushi, which I am yet to stop eating.
Fast forward many years to last Friday. After a round of frisbee golf in Laurelhurst Park with KG and a round of Carcossonne on a beautiful afternoon, thoughts, er stomachs, turned to victuals. Sushi at Masu East was the unequivocal desire of KG and Courtney.
Fast forward many years to last Friday. After a round of frisbee golf in Laurelhurst Park with KG and a round of Carcossonne on a beautiful afternoon, thoughts, er stomachs, turned to victuals. Sushi at Masu East was the unequivocal desire of KG and Courtney.
Yes...we ate the fried bones, and they were delicious!
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