Dallas can be such a weird town

Dallas can be such a weird town. As an homage to Grace in El Paso, I did wear the “surf’s up, m’lord,” outfit: tasteful purple plaid shorts, and tasteful green background Hawaiian shirt, without a single matching color between the two. I just got to be me! For dinner on Saturday night, after making enough jokes about sushi and bait — not that there’s much difference between to the two sometimes — I went back to Sushi on McKinney. Last time Id been there must’ve been close to ten years ago, at the time, I thought it was a pretty snotty place, rather typical Dallas upscale joint. This time, remember how I was dressed, I found the place relaxed, charming, and just a little on the quaint side. The interim years might have softened me, hardened me, or maybe it was my sartorial selection. The best sushi I’ve had so far, is the Devil Roll at this place. It’s hot enough to cross that delicate border between insanity and flavorful. The horseradish–Japanese mustard and other stuff makes it the hottest I’ve had in a long time. I’m not sure if I didn’t cross over the insanity border, but only a little. It is a thin line, and I can’t suggest this for a weak willed person — I ran my tongue back over my gums, got a fresh round of that hot stuff, and found myself nearly choking. Nearly. Not quite. No sushi roll is going to get the best of me.