But tonight beats any of that. I went to sushi with that same vice-principal, and it literally rocked my world. I felt something between punch-drunk and love, if its possible to love raw fish. It was miraculous. I had 4 kinds of tuna, all amazing. I had raw shrimp that was so raw, the head and legs were on the table next to the sushi still twitching for about 3 minutes after I had already eaten it. That was weird. I had sea urchin, eel, scallop, and then another shrimp, but this one was roasted, and I ate the head, legs, eyes and all. It was surprisingly good. Good doesn't even begin to do justice to what I ate, really. I can't describe it. The last thing I had was tuna that the chef (my vice-principal called him 'masuta' - Japanes-ified 'master', it was awesome) took a big freaking torch to for about 5 sec. It was perfect. If there is such a thing as a perfect flavor, I ate it. Mind-scramblingly good.
Then, my vice-principal wouldn't let me pay for it, which was incredible, because we had maybe 20 pieces - pieces! - of sushi and it cost nearly one maan (100$). Somehow it was worth it. I'd go there again, and pay.
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