Fail (Romper+Sushi)

I took yesterday off, and instead went romping for a romper (unsuccessfully - clothing item not intended for un-average-sized torsos), and then, craving some good Nipponese and sunshine, compromised a rather obstinate moral principle by dining at Sushi Samba to appease S's cocktail appetite. I reminded myself in 2004 never to eat here again - and forgot. And paid dearly. 

Not only was the experience quite monstrous (the server spilled a large quantity from another patron's plate onto my bag, staining the purse, my sunglasses case and gym tote with FISH JUICE), my Topo roll arrived with minimal salmon and maximum rice. To compensate for the former, they comped us a jumbo shrimp ceviche and a mochi ice cream dessert, which I ate, in full violation of all caloric deficit by-laws. Oh, also, the food was comically overpriced - my roll, her 2 slivers of sashimi and cocktail amounted to $65.

The only thing keeping me from Yelping the tarnation out of it was the very awesome head waiter, who knelt at my feet to scrubbed my possessions with baking soda water, put up good-naturedly with S's hassling (which was excessively abrasive last night), and resembled Eric from Entourage.