We're done with fish and nigiri sushi (at least, until I come across some incredible lesser known fish at a sushi bar), so we move on to maki sushi - the rolls. Today is not the day that I will rant about the super-human creative behemoths that Japanese restaurants pass off as sushi.
Today it's just two very simple rolls that are the distant ancestors of the mutants. They are rolled tightly, and are small enough that each piece requires one bite. Tekka maki is a tuna roll. It's just nori, rice, tuna, and sometimes a faint smear of wasabi inside. Kappa maki is a cucumber roll, pure and simply refreshing.
Please, don't ask me about the California roll. The California roll is the true godfather to all those rolls I hate. But I won't talk about that now. I might start throwing things.






