Despite the mediating vinegar, the ingredients for sushi had a nasty fight, resulting in the mysterious disappearance of some nori sheets and the departure of almost everyone from the kitchen. I had just finished a big plate of rice & peanut butter, as well as converted three skeptics to the idea, when the first wobbly roll appeared. Maki continued to enter at disparate times and with disparate fillings for the next few hours while the rest of the crew took charge of the remaining bottles of wine.
After midnight we pried the lone chef, dead on his feet but exhilarated in his bones, from the scene and made him rest on his laurels.
