2152 Center Street, Berkeley
I stayed late at school the other night, and on the way home I decided that I was in the mood for sushi. I pass CU Sushi every day on the way to and from school, so I thought I’d give it a try. It’s a cute little space, and the staff is friendly. I ordered four orders of sushi: tuna nigiri ($2.75), albacore nigiri ($2.25), tuna roll ($2.98), and cucumber roll ($2.25). (As you can see, my taste in sushi runs simple.) I also got an order of gyoza ($4,25), because I was hungry. And a can of soda ($1.25).
CU makes a big deal of all its sushi being 50% off; that seems a little weird, seeing as you never pay full price. I guess it’s a way to be reasonably priced without coming off as a place for cheap sushi. They do make a fine piece of sushi, too. The nigiri were nice and hefty, with a hint of wasabi. The rolls held together well, but I’m thinking I need to move on from tuna rolls; they’re sort of boring. The gyoza were good, but not exceptional.
I also appreciated the little extras; I got a complimentary bowl of edamame, which was nice. There was also a cute little ritual where my server put a little tablet that looked like an earplug on a dish in front of me, then poured hot water over it. It promptly expanded into a tightly wrapped hot towelette, which I thought was pretty darn cool.
Originally published on Tournedos
I’m a simulator. It is in my nature to model the world in my head and make hypotheses and predictions based on them. A lot of the time, this serves me well, but it also means I spend more time than is healthy fretting about what might happen, or, as I have termed it just now, pregretting things.
For example, a couple of folks tried to console me when I didn’t get into Stanford this summer (Go Bears, I should note in passing), and it perplexed me, because I didn’t feel at all bad about it. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I’d lived through that particular rejection several times already in internal simulation. I was disappointed, but I’d worked through most of any sadness or bitterness I had.
This, I have concluded, is ridiculous. Yes, it’s sort of nice to be able to be sanguine when life dishes up misfortune. But it really sucks to suffer through misfortunes that never actually happen. I pregretted not getting any callbacks from law firms this year during on-campus interviews; that didn’t happen. Then I pregretted not getting any offers; that didn’t happen either. Which reminds me I have something else to post about, but I’ll do that separately.
Originally published on LiveJournal
2433-F Durant Avenue (inside Sather Lane)
I had a review half-written about a really dismal hole in the wall called Sumo Burger which made some mighty grim teriyaki chicken worthy of my second Not Recommended label. However, it folded before I finished. Its storefront is now filled by KoKo Express, which has a similar menu, but better decor.
I had a cheeseburger ($4.00), with onion rings and a drink ($1.99; it’s a combo special). Their cheeseburger is fine, but not exceptional. They use shredded cheese instead of a slice, which is unusual, and they use a lot of it. The onion rings are pretty good — very oniony, with a light crunchy breading.
They have a happy hour deal, whereby you can get various snack-type things for $1.99 — chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, and “macaroni noodle with ham”, among others. I haven’t tried them, but it looks interesting.
Originally published on Tournedos