Sushi Supreme - well for a Small Town

Sushi is one of my favourite meals and over the past few months I have experienced the greatest cravings for it. But what happens when you're stuck in a small town, reduced to a student budget and know that you're taking a chance by indulging in a potentially sickening experience – you take the risk any way. My parents always told me never choose fish meals from aeroplane menus and never eat raw fish from small dodgy restaurants. I guess now all I have to do is order fish on an aeroplane.

Last week Friday I decided to take the plunge. I went to a small restaurant tucked in the centre of Grahamstown called Yellow House. To accompany me on my journey I brought my ball and chain thinking it would be the wise thing to do considering I am reduced to a student budget and sushi is not the cheapest meal ever. I honestly was expecting the worst before we ordered three different sushi platters. The theory at the time was if we are having sushi we are going to have as many kinds as we could hoping at least one type would be good . After waiting about 15 minutes the platters arrived – my stomach cringed a bit knowing this could hurt tomorrow. Armed with chopsticks I picked up the first piece of sushi which happened to be a California Roll. I then in tradition covered it in wasabi and soya sauce - surprisingly it was AMAZING. After months of sushi deprivation the ball and chain and I somehow ate all the sushi leaving nothing behind except a couple of sesame seeds that managed to escape the feast. The following day I am glad to report, there were no symptoms of any kind of food poisoning.

The new experience of eating potentially life threatening cuisine from a small town restaurant proves that old wives tales are not always true – now it is time to put the next tale to the test. Fish on an aeroplane here I come.