If I had a quarter for every sushi-loving blogger out there, do you think I'd have enough change to fund my first month's rent post-college? For an apartment in San Francisco that's slightly larger than a postage stamp and not smack dab in the center of a seedy neighborhood? Just about?
Confession - I'm absolutely one of those sushi addict #basicgirls out there, and this weekend I've officially found my drug of choice. My sister's been telling me about her favorite sushi place for a couple of years, and on top of that, Sugarfish is all over the blogosphere as well... so obviously, it was a must for the next time I visited LA.
Which was this weekend. (Obnoxious getaway post coming straight up!)
The pained look of a blogger who knows to smile for Instagram, but really just wants to stuff her face.
Important PSA: for any self-proclaimed sushi fan out there, PLEASE eat at Sugarfish and then rush-deliver some to me as well. It's nothing but simplified fare: warm, creamy, just-sticky-enough rice and sauces with a slight tang, and fresh-outta-the-water, melt-in-your-mouth fish. Nothin' but that. They recommend picking out of three set menus, all appropriately named "Trust Me" of some sort - and seriously, after our meal, I was straight up most definitely down to trust fall with the sushi chef any ol' day. So good. So, so, soooo good. AND it's only $25 for a Trust Me lunch, which is PENNIES compared to the only sushi that's ever come close – when my sister took me to Nobu for my birthday, which beats this incrementally because Beyonce's a regular, and so I fool myself into thinking that maybe just MAYBE my behind touched the same chair that her behind did. One can hope.