Thursday, January 12, 2006
ah HA!
Masuo
No 'T'
No 'Y'
Still not in the phone book.
Of course Google knows 'em.
It's true, I love Google, but you DO have to know what you are looking for!
I still say the restaurant should have a phone book listing, however. Not to mention a website, even if its just a one-pager.
The original plan was for me to meet Jill for sushi. Then we decided to invite Cathryn and Eber. And I decided it would be a Friends of the Sushi Sluts gathering. Perhaps the two other people who were supposed to join us couldn't find Masuo's either!
The food was good (though Station Sushi is still my fave). But the service was very slow. Perhaps because only one sushi chef was working.
I ordered hamachi and sake (nigiri) and saki (warm rice wine). Caitlin had ordered what she thought was a sashimi combination plate, but I think the waitress didn't totally understand what sashimi was, because what she recommended had a whole lot of other stuff included. Victoria, Jill and I shared some rolls. (they ordered so I am not sure what we had) One was a tiny (bite-size)tuna roll, with green onion and maybe a ponzu sauce lightly sprinkled on top. Yumm. The other was a soft shell crab roll with tuna layered on top. And maybe some avocado. Yumm, but not as yumm as the tiny tuna roll.
The strangest part of the evening was when I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see Alan. Alan Fritz, my sister's ex. My former boss. It was weird, really, seeing him, someone who had been such an integral part of our lives (much more so my sister, obviously) but still, we all hung out together. He knew granddad. He was over at the house on a regular basis. We were at his house for barbeques. I worked for him. I rented a house from him. I saw him every day. Sometimes I babysat little Matt, then a stubborn little six year-old, now 13 (has it really been that long?). And then, when he dumped my sister ... I kept working for him for a short time until I could extracate myself without doing any damage... and then he sublet the property where I rented a house, a shack really... and then we never ran into him. Ever. Anywhere. It was strange. He soon-- very very soon-- got married to Kathryn. Then moved into the house my sister had helped him find, the house she thought they would live in together. Had a couple more kids.
Debby asked what he looks like. Pretty much the same, but maybe a little thicker around the middle, a little thinner up top...
it was a lifetime ago. I wonder what life would be like had he and Debby married...
No 'T'
No 'Y'
Still not in the phone book.
Of course Google knows 'em.
It's true, I love Google, but you DO have to know what you are looking for!
I still say the restaurant should have a phone book listing, however. Not to mention a website, even if its just a one-pager.
The original plan was for me to meet Jill for sushi. Then we decided to invite Cathryn and Eber. And I decided it would be a Friends of the Sushi Sluts gathering. Perhaps the two other people who were supposed to join us couldn't find Masuo's either!
The food was good (though Station Sushi is still my fave). But the service was very slow. Perhaps because only one sushi chef was working.
I ordered hamachi and sake (nigiri) and saki (warm rice wine). Caitlin had ordered what she thought was a sashimi combination plate, but I think the waitress didn't totally understand what sashimi was, because what she recommended had a whole lot of other stuff included. Victoria, Jill and I shared some rolls. (they ordered so I am not sure what we had) One was a tiny (bite-size)tuna roll, with green onion and maybe a ponzu sauce lightly sprinkled on top. Yumm. The other was a soft shell crab roll with tuna layered on top. And maybe some avocado. Yumm, but not as yumm as the tiny tuna roll.
The strangest part of the evening was when I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see Alan. Alan Fritz, my sister's ex. My former boss. It was weird, really, seeing him, someone who had been such an integral part of our lives (much more so my sister, obviously) but still, we all hung out together. He knew granddad. He was over at the house on a regular basis. We were at his house for barbeques. I worked for him. I rented a house from him. I saw him every day. Sometimes I babysat little Matt, then a stubborn little six year-old, now 13 (has it really been that long?). And then, when he dumped my sister ... I kept working for him for a short time until I could extracate myself without doing any damage... and then he sublet the property where I rented a house, a shack really... and then we never ran into him. Ever. Anywhere. It was strange. He soon-- very very soon-- got married to Kathryn. Then moved into the house my sister had helped him find, the house she thought they would live in together. Had a couple more kids.
Debby asked what he looks like. Pretty much the same, but maybe a little thicker around the middle, a little thinner up top...
it was a lifetime ago. I wonder what life would be like had he and Debby married...
