Revolving Sushi Little Tokyo Novels & Stories

"Then street food it is." They'd been at it for an hour now, working their way down the street, stopping at every single vendor that caught Ruby's eye. She'd demolished fish rolls that were hot and crispy, the kind that burned your tongue but were too good to wait for them to cool. Sushi from a tiny stand run by an old Japanese woman who made everything fresh to order. Dumplings that exploded with flavor the moment you bit into them. Skewered meats glazed with sauce so good Ruby had gone back for seconds. Sweet rice cakes dusted with coconut. Bubble tea in flavors she'd never even heard of.

Benji Feeling a little guilty for making what felt like a wrong choice, I walked Charlie down the lengths of the kiosks to the back of the market where a narrow archway led into a hole in the wall sushi place run by a family of six. A grandmother, her daughter and husband, and their three teenage children. They greeted us with big smiles and gave us a private booth. We were served green tea while we went over the menus, and then we put in our orders and were spoiled with miso soup.

Deym! "Are you listening to me?" "No." He let out a big sigh "good" "What am I asking again?.... Oh your real name." "It's james Arthur Gideon Rosen-Hower" "You're kidding right? That is not an address right? It is really your name? " "Why would I lie about my name?" "Forget it. What are the names of the food you ordered because I am not familiar with them" He told me that these are japanese food and Sashimi, sushi and maki is his favorite and I should eat it in one bite. Tonkatsu is basically like a breaded pork on top of a seasoned rice with a sweet sauce on top of it.

Shinichi Miyamoto shouted with a pale face. "Count... money?" Sakura Suspicion and a group of Japanese warriors were dumbfounded. How long would it take for them to spend so much money? Shinichi Miyamoto shouted angrily, "What are you waiting for? Show me the money!" "Yes!" The group of people did not dare to hesitate and immediately went forward to count the money. Sakura Sun Style was the largest Japanese restaurant in the Central Plains. It had a large number of staff. There were 60 or 70 people in the front and back kitchens in total. Together with about 10 Japanese warriors, there were nearly 100 of them.

She gave her hand a little pat. “We would like to have Spicy Tuna Roll, California Roll, Shrimp Tempura Roll. And, um… crab legs, cheese bread, and uh-- crab salad sandwich.” She smiled at the waiter and handed him the menu. “And for you sir?” He asked after noting down their order. “I’ll have one Sukiyaki.” He handed him the menu. “All right. Your order would be served shortly.” He said and walked away in another direction. "So? Have you adjusted to the office environment?" He looked at her. Tried to make small talk. "Mm-hm.” She said without looking at him.

I added. “Do you want to be specific with the drink or should I carry on with the task,” the server asked while I glanced through the menu. “Umm… For tradition, give us sake and mugicha. Ramune, yuzu lemonade, and Sakura spritzer for modern. And for cocktails, Sakura martini, and Tokyo mule. Also add an extra plate for each,” I said lastly. I wanted to trust him with the drunks, but I also wanted to order big.

It had a pleasant tone to it, I thought as I pulled a seat out for Carla. We were going to the unique Japanese-styled restaurant, Little Subway. A little train carried packed sushi in tiny boats on a small conveyor belt. Carla hid her fangs deeply as she tucked into a bean curd-wrapped delight. It was concerning if she, as a vampire, could digest human food with no repercussions. But Lara and I had dined a few times with no issues, and she, as Lara’s ‘descendant’ should resist any negative effects. “Wait, they are here.”

Her stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly, making me laugh heartily. “Let’s get some food in you Okami.” She smiles at me sheepishly, grabbing my hand and allowing me to pull her in close. We wander down the street in search of food, but there doesn’t seem to be many restaurants in the area. We find a sushi restaurant over on the next block and decide to give it a try. Once we step inside we realize that the restaurant is run by wolves that migrated from Japan. The whole place goes silent as soon as my presence is recognized, with staff and patrons bowing in respect to their King.

Finding me looking interested, Jamie continues to tell, “His masterpieces in Tokyo include the Toyama Kirari Glass Museum, Nezu Museum, Suntory Museum of Art, Zuisho-ji Temple, Asakusa Culture Tourist Information Center, and more. We can visit when we are in Tokyo.” Looking at him introducing the architect so seriously, I chuckle a little in my heart——I used to think that he doesn’t know a thing about architecture… So he does know more than I thought he would, huh? Just then, when I am preparing to listen more to Jamie’s introduction, the interactive smart cat toy suddenly rolls vigorously towards my crotch! Before I can dodge it, it rolls under my skirt and...! “WOAHHH!!!” Pain and numbness

I just came to the conclusion that some wolves were weird. Our group piled into Ray’s car, and headed the mile or two to Streetwise. It was this great hole in the wall place that served nothing but street food. They had awesome street tacos that came with seasoned corn on the cob. I also liked their kebabs with naan bread. They also had these sushi style rolls, but all the meat was cooked. I chatted with the owner, Lisa, one night, and she told me it was difficult to get great sushi grade fish at their location. She greeted us by name when we entered. “Would you like the usual, sweety?” she asked as we moved to our usual booth.