Last Sunday I tried sushi. “First time?” asked a friend.
“I luuurrrrvvve sushi and you will too,” cooed another.
“Well, I shall not force myself to like it, acquire a taste, all that jazz,” I maintained because all’s fair in love and sushi.
You cannot force yourself to like a potential object of affection. But sometimes, the POA grows on you. And sometimes it’s love at first sight.
Or bite.
Well, turns out, there was no love at first bite, but I definitely liked it.
Not the flavour, but the texture. Crunchy, chewy. And boy, that wasabi tingles, crackles and fires up the nostrils.
Hmmm…I could be eating a lot of this for the rest of my life, and possibly at a nice-ish lounge-type restaurant with an open kitchen, bar and Sunday afternoon karaoke (with many happy parsis in tow), in Colaba.
The sushi champagne brunch at Tetsuma is priced at Rs 1,400 a head. It’s a steal; you can have lots of bellini (champagne cocktail) and unlimited lobster salad. No grease.
And yes, I had breakfast at Indigo Deli. And softie ice-cream at 7/11 in King’s Circle. So, it was a Sunday of culinary indulgence.
As sunshine would put it, I shall rot in carb hell!
