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30 January 2006 @ 08:34 am
the quest for sushi  
Well, it's day four here in Chicago. It's been amazingly warm, mostly in the 50s during the day, but a bit rainy. The convention center is out in the middle of nowhere. More than once I've had the hunch that cab drivers were taking me out to an empty lot to bash my pretty little brains in. So far though they've no such initiative.

I've mostly been finding restaurants by wandering around blind, which has done me pretty well (especially with a fantastic Mexican place called Su Casa), but sushi has been more challenging. On my first night here in particular, I hunted and hunted for a sushi joint before finally giving up and getting a greasy hamburger at this seedy little bar.

Last night, I actually did some research before going out, looking up sushi places in the office Zagat's guide and finding the addresses on a little free map. I found one just nine blocks away from my hotel. Sushi Naniwa. Except for the jazz playing (Dave Brubeck... truly perfect for raw tuna and Kirin Ichiban), it was very traditional, not new-fangled like most of the sushi places in Philly. I loved it.

And then as I walked out, feeling quite satisfied, I saw the hamburger joint I ended up at two nights earlier. If I'd just walked another half block I would have found it then!

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Language is a Viruslanguagevirus on January 30th, 2006 08:28 pm (UTC)
You have such fantastic pictures in this journal, is it OK if I add you?
Diary of an Ass Monkeyassmonkeydiary on January 30th, 2006 08:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Add away!
she_thing on January 31st, 2006 12:54 am (UTC)
man, corsets are so sexy. If only I had 100 bucks to throw away.
poshgeordielad on January 31st, 2006 08:36 am (UTC)
I'm amazed that some of you actually noticed the picture instead of just jabbering on. I thought Chicago was an Ice Palace fit for E. Scissorhands in winter. No cars skating on the ice? Was Due South all a lie?

And the picture stops six inches short of perfection, going due south. And that's a corselette, not a corset. The hips are enclosed by the latter.