Finally . . . I have Drew all to myself . . . well, him and his Droid, but I’ll take what I can get.
The sun came out, the sky was blue. We put on our walking shoes. First Pike Place Market and then over to the Gum Wall. I chewed my gum — still had a bit of flavor left when I added it to the wall. I wanted to chew it bland but Drew was impatient. He didn’t want to stand in a damp, dark alley (Post Alley) covered in used (vintage?) gum.
Off to Capitol HIll and then to Queen Anne. Lots of walking. Elliott Bay Book Company, Roy St. Coffee & Tea, Easy Street Records — I was almost complaining about the heat. Well, no that’s not true. I did complain about the heat. I had too many layers on. Stopped in an Irish pub in time to watch the end of the Yankee game. (Yankees win — Yay.)
Afterwards, we are both thinking sushi. “Wait a minute, that great sushi place I went to the last time I was here is in this neighborhood. And it’s that way!” He points up the block.
So we find the restaurant — Shiki, it’s on Roy St. We sit at the sushi bar and order sashimi omakase for two. The sushi chef is super busy. He’s the only one behind the bar and the place is packed. I’m watching him make up a plate. It’s filled with thick fresh chunks of sashimi of all kinds. And then he plops down the top half of two shrimp . . eyes, antennae, and all. They were moving — wobbling around as if still alive.
I’m looking at the plate and thinking who the hell would order something that’s still moving around on the plate!
Seconds later, the plate is in front of us. Ahhhhhhhh! Can’t shake that image out of my head. I was afraid to reach over and take a piece of sashimi. Thought it was going to attack my hand — especially when I went for its bottom half. I wanted no part of it. Drew however sucked the life out of it!