There’s a tiny scoop of green on the corner of the plate. If your friends thought it funny on your virgin trip to the sushi bar, they told you it was green tea ice cream, which you greedily snatched up and popped in your mouth, only to have your face turn 14 shades of purple as you breathed fire before gulping down an entire large bottle of Asahi in one shot. It wasn’t green tea ice cream; it was wasabi. Ha ha funny funny.
Why sushi bars give you that extra wasabi is odd, since supposedly, you’re not really supposed to add any more to your sushi, i.e. your shoyu in the sara should stay dark brown, not army green camo. The chef has added the perfect amount for whatever flavor fish it is. I guess it’s kind of like dipping a piece of your filet mignon at Morton’s in A-1.
As much of a heat-freak as I am (spicy), I usually don’t use wasabi at sushi bars, simply because I love the taste and smell of the fish. Then again, there’s something painfully pleasurable about that burn, leaning my head back, holding my nose, with tears in my eyes...














