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Saturday, I hereby declare this a Day of Celebration in the Name of the Queen -- wah! And what better way to celebrate than to go out and eat sushi? Which is exactly what I did, courtesy of the kind and lovely Judy Roberson-Steele. I had left a message on her newsgroup at SFFNet that I was now gainfully employed and we should go out and do something happy-making. After a phone call this morning, we decided to meet up at Osaka and dive headlong into their sushi buffet. Y'all might remember my jaunt out to Sumo Sushi a couple of weeks ago. Well, according to Jerry they're supposed to open a branch restaurant in Plano, but until then I think I've found a new home at Osaka (on the southwest corner of Preston and Park, for locals). Their buffet costs $14.99 on Saturday, two bucks more than Sumo Sushi but I'd also be burning at least two bucks worth of gas just to get down there so it's a worthwhile compromise. Hmm, must remember to suggest this to local FC folks who might want to dash out occasionally on weekends (we'll come down and visit you, too, Derek -- Sumo Sushi is still spectacular, and you live so close to my personal Mecca, Half-Price Books). And the food? Mmmmmmm -- in addition to my usual favorites I had the most delicious seaweed salad sushi, and the hot selection was also quite nice (scallops, different types of chicken and beef, mixed vegetables, fish fillets, shrimp-fried rice, quite a tasty spread). They also do something called Shabu Shabu, where they bring a burner and a pot full of salted water to your table, and you can go over to the buffet and pick things (tofu cubes, strips of chicken, beef and fish, mushrooms, etc.) that you want to boil. You bring it all back to your table, pop it in the pot for ten minutes or so, and voila -- tablemade soup and munchies. And if you're just craving something hot and cooked to order, you can stand in line at the robata and get the chef to grill you up something special. Me, I just grazed on sushi and some hot stuff for two plates or so, before sampling dessert (key lime pie and cheesecake, if you must know -- so much for my plan of only eating protein this week in order to get fit for fencing). While I was chewing and moaning in joy, Judy and her daughter Elizabeth (eight years old and she eats sushi -- I have renewed faith in the next generation) created some Roberson-Steele Shabu Shabu and debated whether or not Elizabeth could get two pieces of dessert. Judy also knows the owner, and explained how the Plano/Richardson area had one of the highest concentrations of Japanese restaurants in North Texas. We figure it's due to the area's technology corridor status -- there are lots of contractors with families over from Japan, Vietnam, and other Asian countries (at least there were -- God only knows what the status is like now), so they've probably provided the impetus for restaurants that serve familiar food. Which is just dandy by me -- now that I know where Osaka is, I can stop off there occasionally on the way home from work (depending on the buffet price -- it may drop during the week) and indulge my need for raw fish. Of course, I still have to locate that good Thai restaurant that Derek said was in the same area. Ah, decisions, decisions -- and I finally have the wherewithal to indulge myself in them! Whee!
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