Sushi: My Death Row Meal

As a self-proclaimed foodie, there’s one food that reigns supreme in my heart and taste buds: sushi. I could eat it every day without ever getting tired of it. There’s something about the perfect balance of fresh fish, rice, and the subtle kick of soy sauce and wasabi that’s just unparalleled. While sushi may be familiar enough here in the States, I’ve always dreamed of traveling to Japan to experience it where it all began.

Sushi is more than just food; it’s an experience. Every bite feels carefully crafted, almost like a minor masterpiece. I first fell in love with sushi years ago, and it’s been my go-to meal ever since. However, I can be a little picky regarding sushi quality. I’ll only eat it in one place: Sugarfish. If you haven’t tried it, Sugarfish is a sushi spot with locations in Los Angeles and New York that elevates sushi to a whole new level. They’re known for their “Trust Me” menus, where you let the chef decide what to serve you. From buttery tuna to silky salmon, every piece is a burst of flavor and texture. Their minimalist, high-quality approach captures the essence of sushi, in my opinion.

 In Japan, sushi is a tradition that has been steeped in history. From the meticulous way rice is seasoned to the perfect slice of fish, sushi chefs spend years mastering the techniques, and it shows. It’s a lifelong commitment, a devotion that elevates sushi beyond what I can get at home—even at my beloved Sugarfish. In Japan, I imagine visiting sushi bars where chefs handcraft each piece before you. I can picture myself in Tokyo, seated at a small counter in a neighborhood sushi bar, watching a chef work their magic. It’s a bucket list experience that would deepen my appreciation for this incredible cuisine.