An English student of mine in Japan once told me, "There are only two kinds of sushi; cheap, and expensive." Under the circumstances, he couldn't explain what he meant, because they were taking me out to dinner. I'm sure he meant that the cheap kind isn't worth it, and the expensive kind is too expensive.
Well, I'm more an epicure than a connoiseur, so the way I see it, the cheap kind of sushi is better than no sushi at all. I'm doing my best to make myself sick of it; I don't forsee having a budget for decent sushi outside Japan anytime soon.
I usually go to the places with conveyer belts. Everything eventually passes right in front of your face, and you just take what looks good. Costs about a dollar a plate, unless you try to get fancy. If you don't see what you want, you can order it, so the peaceful sound of the plastic plates rattling against each other as they round the bends is punctuated by humble suhi orders coming from outside the ring, and the singsong replies from the fishmen on the inside.
I'm quite sure they don't have "California Rolls," and I don't plan on asking.
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