They’ve come here, to Sushi Zushi in San Antonio, and to the other super-sized sushi restaurant I went to in Birmingham. After years of sushi being the food of elite New Yorkers and swank Los Angelitos, sushi has reached the masses. Children are acquiring a taste for it at a tender young age, and across America — apparently — these strip mall sushi restaurants are the place to take a date, or visitors from out of town, or just to go to for no particular reason at all other than a nice meal.
How will this effect the already stresed underwater world of fish populations, steadily depleted as harest methods advance and demand grows? Just like the developing world’s (legitimate) argument that we First Worlders had our day of wild abandon, so now it’s their turn, how are we to deny middle America the joy of sweet vinegared rice, the salt sea taste of seaweed, the fresh energy of a pink slab of salmon? We can’t. So let’s enjoy, until we scrape the the ocean’s floor for the last bit of life. Itadakimasu!