french sushi and other delicious wares

we checked out a new sushi restaurant in the neighborhood called "bistro wasabi" on saturday night. i was wary, at first, since those two words didn't seem to go together. would my sashimi be served with a croissant? would there be a fromage list next to the maki roll list? my worries were put at ease during our delicious dinner, though, despite the fact that nobody who worked there was japanese. they were all asian, granted, but not japanese. that's the interesting thing about certain sushi restaurants: i've found they're oftentimes run by korean or filipino people who assume that us americans can't tell the difference. how wrong you are. i can't tell the difference between scottish or irish, greek or italian, but between the different asian nationalities? bingo.

then, yesterday, we went to my dad's house where we enjoyed a feast of meat. in one sitting, we had steak, teriyaki chicken, and hot dogs. on the side was corn, a chick pea salad, pasta, grilled mushrooms, and grapes (not grilled, you silly bastard), but the side dishes were barely touched. i'm sure i would have made mr. atkins proud with my massive consumption of meat; i certainly made my dad proud. it's not that often that i have steak, so i had a piece that was bigger than my head.

speaking of food, we're narrowing down the wedding menu. the only problem is that the vegetarian choices are slim and none. i apologize in advance. i'll have to call and find out about vegan options, but the menu they gave me doesn't look promising. all the soups are "cream of," the veggies are mostly drenched in butter sauces, the appetizers all contain cheese, and i think even the salads have a little bit of pork in them. i could be wrong about the pork in the salads part. the entree choices are various cuts of steak, various chicken items, and a few assorted fish dinners.

never fear though- superbride will work things out.