The Best Little Sushi Bar
I was fully an adult (and then some) when I first tried sushi. During a trip out to Las Vegas, taking my mom to see her granddaughter and meet her great-granddaughter, my daughter took us to Wayne’s Sushi and Karaoke bar. Wayne and his wife sang karaoke while creating lovely sushi for the diners in their tiny restaurant. We sat at the bar and watched Wayne, a Japanese man originally from Hawaiʻi, create his masterpieces right in front of us. The food was amazing, both beautiful and delicious, with colors and textures and tastes that were far beyond the narrative my imagination had created about eating sushi. Wayne’s running commentary was fascinating and he graciously made sushi my food-timid mother could enjoy. The who-would-eat-the-weirdest-thing competition between my partner and my daughter – something that Wayne encouraged, free of charge – was hilarious. We laughed and sang and ate sushi for hours. It was such an exquisite experience that I was totally won over to the sushi-eater column without my intention.