I dumped a guy once for taking me to sushi for my first time.
I was 19 and I hadn’t really worked on developing my palate yet. I wasn’t very into dating the guy, either, so when I put the first piece of sushi in my mouth and my body started freaking out like something was terribly wrong, it drove home that I had no desire to have either of those experiences ever again. I made up something about not wanting to date anyone when I went back to school and got on with my life, sushi-free.
Until recently, when I determined I had to get over my seaweed prejudice and sought out the best sushi in the city to cram into my face until my tastebuds accepted it. Continue reading