The dish pictured above is about as authentic Japanese as a Yoshinoya teriyaki bowl yet a thousand times more delicious!
I am no sushi expert, I’ve never professed this.
When I do sushi, I never actually order ‘sushi’…I prefer my raw fish to be breaded, fried, smacked, flipped, rubbed down, blanketed in rice and covered in spicy sauces…
It needs to hide it’s light under a bushel.
It should be covered in a damn burka!
But today, June 7th, is my birthday. And I’ll consume sacrilegious gastronomic amalgamations and feel absolutely no shame.
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