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Hentai for supper AGAIN??!? - Diary of a Necromancer
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Hentai for supper AGAIN??!?
The library card problem was resolved with a surprising absence of fuss, which only serves to underscore why it is that I feel the need to have an Evanston fee-card in the first place. It's quite pathetic how much better I feel having a "real" library card back in my pocket again.

After the library, we carried on with the rest of our errands for the week, and ultimately fetched up at the opening party for the new yarn shop just down the block from Trader Joe's. (Verdict: way too high-end for my own knitting needs, but beautifully presented.) We had been sniping at each other for the better part of an hour by that point, as we drove around in circles looking unsuccessfully for a restaurant that we could park anywhere near, and ended up cutting our sojourn at the party short on the grounds that I hadn't actually had breakfast yet and it looked as if it was going to be another half-hour before the wine&cheese-or-facsimiles-thereof appeared.

In the end, since after much discussion I had nailed down that what I really wanted that night was kitsune udon, it occurred to me, just as we had given up on finding supper and gone to buy lightbulbs, that there was actually some sort of small Japanese restaurant right up the street from the hardware store that might be appropriate. (And that they had parking.) We went to investigate, and found that although reservations were really expected on a Saturday night, there was immediate seating available at the sushi bar. Fine, I said, I'm hungry enough that I'll perch on a stool, whatever.

I wasn't counting on the tentacle.

The trouble with sitting at the sushi bar, you see, is that generally one spends one's meal staring at the raw materials (so to speak) for everyone else's. In the case of the case I was seated in front of, the star attraction was a wrist-thick chunk of octopus, suckers out and fresh from its turn in some vulgar anime cheapie. One of the suckers was twice the size of the rest, I remember this quite vividly.

If the restaurant hadn't been so crowded, I might have quietly requested a seat in the non-tentacle section, but there was nothing to be done if I wanted some food before the tentacle actually started looking tasty, so I tried not to stare directly at it, although there wasn't really anywhere else I could look. Its neighbors in the case were the flattened shrimp and some sort of red-lipped clam-parts -- not exactly much improvement.

At one point the nearest sushi chef took the tentacle out of the case and whacked a slice of it off.

Altogether it was as memorable a dining experience as the time when I was little that I ordered the most innocuous-sounding soup on the menu in another Japanese restaurant and it arrived in a gigantic galvanized tub with an entire shell-on clam sitting on the raft of noodles. The food at this place was better, but if we ever go there again, I think I'd rather wait for a table...

feeling: squicked

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tanyad From: tanyad Date: September 27th, 2005 10:48 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
By chance where did you go?

robling_t From: robling_t Date: September 27th, 2005 11:12 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Renga-Tei, at Touhy & Pulaski. And I'm still having flashbacks to the tentacle, dammit...
tanyad From: tanyad Date: September 27th, 2005 11:19 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Hmm I guess you wouldn't want to borrow a copy of Legend of the Overfiend then? >:)

*giggling madly*

madresal From: madresal Date: September 27th, 2005 12:38 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
ha ha knowing me that tentacle just would have made me hungry
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robling_t From: robling_t Date: September 27th, 2005 11:11 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Have you ever been to Renga-Tei on Touhy and Crawford? For my money, one of the best Japanese places in the city.

Hehe, see the comment above...
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