After our nine mile run on Saturday, Amy’s husband, Doug, treated us to dinner at a local sushi restaurant. Although, we needed a backup restaurant because he wasn’t sure if we’d actually get sushi or not. Sometimes Tony, the sushi chef, isn’t in the mood to make sushi.
This is Doug, the brother-in-law who doesn’t read my blog because I talk about my bleeding girlie parts. And this is me with a giant piece of raw tuna in my mouth.
I was skeptical as to how tasty or fresh raw fish could be since Lafayette, IN is about a million miles from the ocean. But I was pleasantly surprised to find it was pretty good. Although none of our meals came out at the same time, just like Tony said it would on the front of the menu.
Who knew making sushi could give you tennis elbow?