Sushi Dreams

The dreams, the dreams . . .

What is it about food dreams? They just blast you like some subliminal commercial. God, I have hot dog dreams. I'm looking for a hot dog, but it isn't there. Totally random.

Last night I had a powerful, almost Earth-shattering sushi dream. I was slavering over these dishes and I'm sure I was murmuring in my sleep . . . "Tobiko . . . hai, tobiko to maguro . . . tekkyumaki (combination tuna and cucumber) . . . wasabi oi (lots of wasabi) . . . chuu-hai kudasai (a vodka-like drink with vaguely lime-juice) . . .

I swear, the dream wouldn't go away. Just kept repeating itself.

So I guess I'm not quite done with Japan just yet. But since my favorite sushi place in all of Montreal just up and moved away I'm at a loss.

I guess meanwhile, the dreams will just have to do.