Yesterday was Mari's birthday. That's right -- our little girl isn't a kitten anymore! (Although she still whines like one.)
To celebrate, we went out for sushi at Gohan, the other reputable Japanese restaurant in Petaluma. (We've already been to Hiro's, and we weren't that impressed.)
Gohan is much, much better than its competition -- tastier food, friendlier staff, kinder prices (though not as low as my favorite places in San Francisco). We started with the Napoleon Dynamite Roll, which was accompanied by tater tots. (I've never seen the movie, but apparently tater tots are a favorite in it.) Then we had some black snapper nigiri and Amberjack nigiri. And then it was time for tamago and saba, our sushi staples.
And then we asked for an order of salmon sashimi to go and told the chef not to put anything on it -- no soy sauce, no garnish, nothing. He seemed shocked that basically all we wanted were a few slices of fish in a to-go box. He kept saying: "Daikon? What about daikon?"
And eventually, we had to explain that the sashimi was for our cat's birthday. Which made the guy sitting next to us laugh out loud.
It feels good to be home.
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