Sushi Love

Oh dear heavens, I'm in love. Yes, it's true. With a lovely eat-in or take out sushi restaurant in East Milton Square, Ichiro Sushi.

Here's the story:

Yesterday, I was absolutely craving sushi. I was thinking I would head down to Fuji 1546 (waddup Dan?) in Quincy Center on my way home from work. Amanda and I got spicy tuna rolls on St Patrick's Day--actually, it was after midnight, so it was no longer St. Patrick's Day. Eating sushi on St Patrick's Day is a bit sacriledge, idden'it?--and they were soooo good.

However, before I could even make it out of Driving Hell AKA the Over Pass/One Way Street/ Traffic Light-ridden/ Double Parked-adled/ Aggressive Driver-strewn/ Calgon Take Me Away Monstrosity that is East Milton Sq., I came upon Ichiro Sushi and an empty parking spot right across from it at 6:30 PM, no less. As if God Herself were saying, "Come. Come to Ichiro."

I was like Rachel Ray's $50 a day because I got the miso soup (1.50), the spicy tuna maki (4.00) and the sweet vegi maki (4.00) and splurged on the peach Japanese soda (2.50), which provided for entertainment because one needed a PhD in Japanese soda opening to open it. Everything came to a total of 13.13.

The Red Sox game was on (I don't even want to talk about it) and I sat at the counter and read while waiting for my dinner.

It was very tasty. So tasty, I want to go again today, but that would be inappropriate, budget and palette-wise. Variety and moderation should be the watch-words of everyone's diet.

Anyway, I recommend the tiny casual dining eat-in place if you're ever in Driving Hell and want a break after enduring your fifteenth stoplight in 100 yds.