Kosher Sushi Joint
Jesse and I were remembering last night the kosher sushi joint we ended up at on our last night in NYC and we thought that maybe we should remind everyone how incredibly wierd the entire experience was. That setting has got to end up in someone's story.
It was our last night in the city and weary from walking all day in boots with no give, we fell into the first restaurant that looked inviting. Our little sister, Phyllis, mentioned that she had heard the name before. Then it must be good, I thought, knowing that with all the restaurants in New York only the best of the best or most famous got write ups and thus were heard of by anyone other than the people from the neighborhood. Little did we know that she had read about the restaurant in the latest issue of The Turnip and that the blurb was comparing dumplings filled with ground beef to Taco Shells filled with Falafal, combinations that no one ever wished for..............................................................
posted by squashpaw @ 10:53 AM
3 Comments:
I too have always seen Katie as a Phyllis.
the body of Squashpaw's story goes something like this: "Phyllis ordered for everyone."
That was Will above. Me. Blogger didn't sign me in with my new google user name... so we use our old use name in comments and the new one to sign in?
OMYGOSH.........I had forgotten. I remember saying that 1. it must be a wonderful spot for sushi b/c Jewish people only choose the best. and 2. wonder why all these men have beanies on....I mean, like every last one of them.
Hysterical. Hysterical.
New idea for blog: funniest family moments.
In case you're wondering....I am trying to get memories back.....and I'm shamelessly hiding it under the guise of cute blog topics.
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