Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Iiza, Newtown

I can't help it.One look at the spider roll, the nori slices sheathed in a gossamer-thin scroll of daikon, and my mind immediately wanders to comparisons with prophylactics. The phallic-shaped mound of wasabi doesn't help either."It's like safe sex sushi," I whisper to Billy, whose eyes widen in alarm."Don't say that!" he protests, trying to preserve a sense of innocence during his meal, but I

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