I fucking hate sushi. Raw fish smells awful and is simply not fit for human consumption. So of course I agreed to meet The Beaver, My Favorite Person In The Whole World, and some other people at Wasabi in Ghettoberry Hood.

While waiting for the other people, The Beaver and I ordered drinks. Of the first two beers I requested from the drink menu, Wasabi had exactly zero. Fuckers. On the third try, I managed to score a pint of Guinness, saving the hapless waiter from a beatdown.

While everyone else ate, I continued imbibing. They seemed to like the sushi. I enjoyed my Guinness. A Japanese beer, such as a Sapporo, would have also been excellent, if the restaurant could be bothered to have any on hand.

Wasabi is overpriced and undercooked. I predict the $30,000 millionaire crowd will love it. Personally, I wish Top Spice would open a location in the ghetto.