Yeah, so last week while I was in LA, Albert took me to this restaurant called
Urasawa. And if you go to the link, that would be our chef pictured there. As he was the sous chef of Masa Takayama who left and opened Masa in New York, we thought we had scored big time by being able to have that experience at a little more than half the price.
Luckily it was not the 29 courses mentioned in the linked review. But we did have sea cucumber intestines in a vegetable cucumber sculpted flowerette. We had a dish in individual ice sculpture bowls. We had real gold flecks on our food (kills parasites, we were told). We had another dish that was served on a leaf which was on a burner to keep the food warm. We had amazing nigiri, lots of shashimi, a few cooked dishes.
And we had lots of sake. I had too much sake.
I am not much of a drinker now because I used to be too much of a drinker. I stopped entirely for about twelve years, then got tired of being boring so started wine to accompany all this wonderful food I eat. I will drink a beer here and there, a Grappa from time to time after being introduced to the ritual nightly Grappa while in Italy last Fall. And I love sake with sushi.
But damn those little glasses. And damn the amazing service that just keeps filling and refilling those damn little glasses. I haven't been that sick from drinking in over 20 years.
I felt it on the way home. I should have just puked but I didn't want to associate it with sushi and not be able to eat it any more. So I went to bed. And then I woke up. And drank some water. And that's when it really started. So I puked and was OK, then got nauseous and puked some more.
Upshot is that I was sick all the next day and for about three days after as it faded. Not full time vomiting, but pretty unhappy with myself nauseous for being such an (hear Napoleon Dynamite)
IIIIIIDIOT.
But the oddest thing happened. When alone, I was lying there in bed feeling icky and I started self-pleasuring (as I am wont to do when alone in a bed...or on a couch...or at my desk...or with others from time to time...orororor...) and I came a bigger
volcano than I have in awhile.
Now usually after one of those, Body needs a bit of a rest before another. I go one after the other in the oozie department, but aside from my
kundalini experience, the volcanoes want a station break before starting up again. But not this time. I just kept going and going and going. It was really niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. The body continues to change. It's potential neverending.
So, geez, says Gillette...hm...maybe there is work to do here to open up so I can do this without without having to get sick.
Luckily it was not the 29 courses mentioned in the linked review. But we did have sea cucumber intestines in a vegetable cucumber sculpted flowerette. We had a dish in individual ice sculpture bowls. We had real gold flecks on our food (kills parasites, we were told). We had another dish that was served on a leaf which was on a burner to keep the food warm. We had amazing nigiri, lots of shashimi, a few cooked dishes.
And we had lots of sake. I had too much sake.
I am not much of a drinker now because I used to be too much of a drinker. I stopped entirely for about twelve years, then got tired of being boring so started wine to accompany all this wonderful food I eat. I will drink a beer here and there, a Grappa from time to time after being introduced to the ritual nightly Grappa while in Italy last Fall. And I love sake with sushi.
But damn those little glasses. And damn the amazing service that just keeps filling and refilling those damn little glasses. I haven't been that sick from drinking in over 20 years.
I felt it on the way home. I should have just puked but I didn't want to associate it with sushi and not be able to eat it any more. So I went to bed. And then I woke up. And drank some water. And that's when it really started. So I puked and was OK, then got nauseous and puked some more.
Upshot is that I was sick all the next day and for about three days after as it faded. Not full time vomiting, but pretty unhappy with myself nauseous for being such an (hear Napoleon Dynamite) IIIIIIDIOT.
But the oddest thing happened. When alone, I was lying there in bed feeling icky and I started self-pleasuring (as I am wont to do when alone in a bed...or on a couch...or at my desk...or with others from time to time...orororor...) and I came a bigger volcano than I have in awhile.
Now usually after one of those, Body needs a bit of a rest before another. I go one after the other in the oozie department, but aside from my kundalini experience, the volcanoes want a station break before starting up again. But not this time. I just kept going and going and going. It was really niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. The body continues to change. It's potential neverending.
So, geez, says Gillette...hm...maybe there is work to do here to open up so I can do this without without having to get sick.