I'm not Korean...(not that there's anything wrong with that)

It's raw fish, not brain surgery

Today Spidey said that I seem to be a very angry person. Am I really? I actually think I'm just a normal human being with standard levels of tolerance and forbearance, but with absolutely no tact whatsoever. Anyway. Where is all this going? I'll let Lau Lau, celebrity guest blogger elucidate:


"The David Jones Food Hall is usually a treasure. They have mouth watering chocolate covered strawberries and aisles of 'snacky cakes' as far as the eye can see. They also have sushi. Rather good sushi. This was my and Sui's destination for lunch.

It began innocently enough. We were served by a (in hindsight probably Korean) girl who took our order for 2 spider rolls with soft shell crab and avocado, and then informed us it would be a 20 minute wait. No problem.

We bought a strawberry each and drooled over caviar and olives. We priced foreign tea and searched for sugar free chocolate (don't ask). We airily discussed the benefits of deli shopping in Europe, as opposed to Coles, flaunting our style. We returned just within 20 minutes and claimed our seats.

Insert caramel suited uber bitch who moved her bag from the empty seat beside her in the world weary manner of a worn out hooker. Insert three 'buy a suit from cue and cinch it at the waist with a belt from sportsgirl' power lunchers, discussing topics ranging form how skinny they imagine they will be after giving birth, to why they weren't allowed in the gym the night before. And so we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Eventually Sui, her Kyoto nose severely out of joint, went to complain while I sat meekly out of ear shot contenting myself with some venomous tut tutting. The solution? Sorry madam but we are making them now. So she returns. And we wait.

And wait some more.

All up, 50 minutes lapsed between when the order was placed and when we were served. Let me remind you we were in a FOOD HALL not Jamie's latest rescue mission cum 5 star restaurant. Eventually our sushi arrived. 4 tiny pieces with ginger, wasabi and splashes of soy.

It was divine.

It was not however, enough to calm the raging storms of injustice and fury welling in our hearts. 'Thankyou for the wait' said our waitress. You should be thanking us for not punching you in the face we muttered as we descended upon our lunch like ravenous wolves."

posted by Lokes @ 3:51 PM