Last week, I took my sister-in-law to a Japanese resto which had a revolving sushi bar. I didn’t know she’s never seen one so she went nuts when she saw the colorful dishes going around on the carousel. She was thrilled when we were assigned a table right by it and pretty much poked everything within her reach (the plates were covered, of course)
This reminded me of a sketch of a revolving sushi bar hastily made when I was traveling alone in Tokyo. On one of those dark, almost-winter days, I found myself in a quiet alley and entered a random sushi shop while the chef was watching a grainy rerun of a dubbed Miami Vice (or was it Fantasy Island?) on an old TV set.
Dining alone once again, I fished out my pen, my travel journal and began to draw food.