On our way back home from beautiful Wilmington, Delaware a the other day, we stopped by beautiful Middletown, Delaware for some sushi.
We were innocently browsing the menu for delicious rolls when we stumbled upon an item that caused us alarm. Look closely at the ingredients for the Maryland roll, especially the one listed between the avocado and the mayo.
We quickly panicked. Alden and Kato were with us, and as we saw it, their safety was a matter of definitions. Technically, Alden is now a “little girl,” but one might argue that a “little girl,” is nothing but an “old baby.” On the other end of things, Kato is still a very new baby, but who is to say how the chefs at Sushi Yama interpret these things? Might they be willing to stretch a bit if they happened to run low on this crucial, probably hard-to-obtain, ingredient?
We asked for the check and left without finishing our meal. We made it home with little girl and new baby intact, but we shudder to think what might have been.
You’re right about it being a matter of definitions.
My son is my baby, and on good days, so is my husband. Both could qualify as old babies. And truly, I’m having a very hard time picturing how either of their 200 plus pounds would fit into a sushi roll. A bad thing for all parties involved.
Somebody should shut that place down, pronto.
Maybe you should send this to the fail blog.
it sounds like you were all in danger.