I could eat here every day

Beef Negamaki combo at KoSho

Every once in a while, Heather and I can coerce Dave into eating at the Japanese joint within spitting distance of the studio. He obliged and graced us with his presence this week.

This particular visit, I was learned that sushi actually refers to the rice part, not the fish. That’s why there is vegetable sushi, which is what we ordered.

I got the combo meal which I vary between chicken, beef or salmon, depending on mood.

KoSho also has the local weekly rag of rants and reviews. The free press was exceptionally boring this week. Bands seldom if ever come here, but I am looking very forward to Grandaddy in the next week or so.

If it wasn’t for lunch, I did nothing of merit besides looking forward to something else.