who would have thought you could find amazing sushi in a strip mall in norman, OK? but it's true. it's a place called Sake, formerly (as in last week) called Shogun. they were "officially" closed for a party, but the english-speaking waitress told us that we could come in for sushi bar bc "Sushi Man" was there. wow. we're gonna get sushi made by someone NAMED Sushi Man? you KNOW it's gonna be good. and then we saw him. everything you'd expect from a guy named Sushi Man except for his tie. it was a spoon. a real metal spoon. i still don't get it. anyway, while he made our sushi he entertained magnolia by creating achingly beautiful tiny animals and insects out of various fruits and vegetables. he would click his tongue at her to get her attention then hand over a new creation. and my kid, with a complete lack of appropriate childlike wonder, acted every bit as though it was an every day occurrence for a small japanese man to hand her a delicate little butterfly made out of a carrot stick, complete with fully articulated wings that actually flapped. but by the end of the meal she was taking apart the apple-pheasant and the orange-luck kitty and trying to put them back together while telling him "Domo, Sushi Man! Domo!" i think she finally got it. and we sat next to two obnoxious suits who were going on and on about how kids don't eat this kind of food and only want chicken fingers, etc etc while we continued popping bits of cucumber, salmon, shrimp, rice and seaweed in magnolia's mouth. while she wasn't looking, of course. hell, she even went after the miso. i'm telling you, COOLEST KID EVER. except when she yelled at the hibachi chef, "Crack another egg, Hibachi Man!" altho that was kinda cool too.
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