Sushi. It is a place where one gets fish, seaweed, and generally, a low fat and balanced diet. Sashimi is raw fish. However, the sushi resteraunt I go to, generally doesn't serve Sashimi.
I sat in a booth, my jacket loosely done up, chopsticks held in my left hand as my right hand was left open; poised, ready to strike upon the oppotunity of which my favorite dish whizzed past.
This Sushi Resturant was a bit different than others. Mainly in the way in which we pay. There were coloured dishes, and each food item was worth the same amount as the ones on the same coloured plates. So, the dishes of food gently whizz past you as you seat yourself, waiting to find something you would like to eat. It circled in a ring, as in most sushi resturants, and in the dead center of the ring, worked the Sushi Chefs. As the dishes whir past, you can't help but gaze upon the Sushi Chefs, as they created a whole assortment of sushi. Unagi, Salmon, California Rolls, and many more are morphed as the many eyes of the customers watch them in awe. They were very skilled; all of them.
We came there often enough so that some of the chefs recognise my family upon glance. And it was the same for us too. Though they all wore roughly the same clothing, the different coloured bandanas were enough to regonise.
I sit there, watching them work, one molds the rice in his hand, and wraps it in seaweed; another lays out the different layers of fillings for the rolls. I glace futher off; the Festival bandana girl was there. Her back was toward me, but I see the unmistakable patterned dots, and the ponytail tied behind her head.
And then I remember. It was another time we came; my sister was along then, and the female chef was working closer to where we sat at the time.
"What kanji is that?" I ask my sister, a student in Japanese class.
She glanced at the bandana,"I'm not sure."
We decided to pull her over; "Excuse me, what does it say on your bandana?"
She replied with a quick "Festival."
I couldn't help but laugh at the time, "VEGETABLE?!?"
"No no," my sister corrected, "FESTIVAL."
A wave of realization came over me, "OOOOHHHHHH..."
There was an odd pause that ensued; the Sushi Chef walked away, with her spotted Festival Bandana, and my sister and I were silent as she ate.
"I want a bandana that has the kanji for 'Vegtable' on it."