[Thinking to myself] But I don’t want a pub that makes excellent pizzas, quesadillas, and burgers! I want a sushi joint around the corner tonight– not one a ten minute walk away! Waaa!
(My aunt jokes that sushi is “California comfort food,” and the more I eat it, the more my place of birth asserts itself in my food choices. The shock of moving from meat n’ potatoes to raw fish n’ rice is less than you’d think.)