The sushi belt
I used to like conveyer-belted sushi joints. Granted, you have to be careful which ones you go to; you don't want tuna nigiri that's been going round and round for hours. But Kulu Kulu on Brewer Street, for example, had great sushi, it had a horde of eager Japanese students waiting outside to get a glimpse of a free seat at the belt, and it was pretty cheap. You could set yourself on your stool with your free cup of green tea in relative peace, with nothing much more to worry about than how much wasabi to mix into your soy sauce. You could sit there watching coloured plates go by and decide that no, you weren't gonna settle for tuna nigiri today, you'd hold out and treat yourself to some of those spicy tuna rolls instead.
But then the gueilo arrived. People who don't know how to use chopsticks, so think it's ok to eat with their hands. People who pick a plate of nigiri, but eat the salmon separately from the rice. People who stick their noses into the tub of wasabi (yes, it's green....). People who eat nothing but California and cucumber rolls, so that wait as you might for 30 minutes for that clam nigiri, there's nothing ever on the belt but freakin' California and cucumber rolls.
Then the Hong Kong brats arrived. Rich kids with copper-coloured hair who think it's cool to be seen in their dodgy Miami Vice jackets and designer frames. Kids who ask if there are any oysters left, just for the sake of letting people know that they know what oysters are. Morons who reach across you for the wasabi instead of asking you for it. Who stand up and lean on the counter to see what's coming on the belt. Who reach across to the other side of the belt to grab a plate of agedashi tofu. Who have no respect for the sushi chef. Who speak obnoxiously in a mixture of Cantonese and Mandarin, and who have no regard for your personal space, making you wanna poke them with your chopsticks.
There's no decorum at the belt any more. I'll be staying away until it revolves and some conveyer etiquette returns....
But then the gueilo arrived. People who don't know how to use chopsticks, so think it's ok to eat with their hands. People who pick a plate of nigiri, but eat the salmon separately from the rice. People who stick their noses into the tub of wasabi (yes, it's green....). People who eat nothing but California and cucumber rolls, so that wait as you might for 30 minutes for that clam nigiri, there's nothing ever on the belt but freakin' California and cucumber rolls.
Then the Hong Kong brats arrived. Rich kids with copper-coloured hair who think it's cool to be seen in their dodgy Miami Vice jackets and designer frames. Kids who ask if there are any oysters left, just for the sake of letting people know that they know what oysters are. Morons who reach across you for the wasabi instead of asking you for it. Who stand up and lean on the counter to see what's coming on the belt. Who reach across to the other side of the belt to grab a plate of agedashi tofu. Who have no respect for the sushi chef. Who speak obnoxiously in a mixture of Cantonese and Mandarin, and who have no regard for your personal space, making you wanna poke them with your chopsticks.
There's no decorum at the belt any more. I'll be staying away until it revolves and some conveyer etiquette returns....
posted by CCT at 10:16 am
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